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Video Karaoke Pop the Trunk - Yelawolf

Este tema es una versión de Pop the Trunk, que popularizó Yelawolf

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Mismo tempo que el original: 120 BPM

Tonalidad idéntica al original: REm

Duración: 03:49 - Escuchar en: 02:07

Fecha de publicación: 2010
Géneros: Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositor original: William Booker Washington, Michael Atha

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Letra Pop the Trunk

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills
Through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet
Helping daddy chop early morning hog
I'm catching Zs like an early morning saw
When I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
What the fuck man
I can never get sleep man
Peeped out the window what's wrong with ya'll
Stood up in my
Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that
Tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
They don't know that old man don't hold hands
Or throw hands no he's rough like a brilo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete
And that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow
Think he's playing
You better listen what he's saying punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag
Laying in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
Think he's playing
You better listen what he's saying punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag
Laying in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
Eleven thirty and I'm pulling up dirty smoking babbage out
The back of my buddies
Monty Carlo
Spitting over some super hot beats
With a super hot freak we call the parking lot hoe
You know we sipping on that old brown bottle
Bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around bitches follow
And tonight one of the bitches is giving us problem
Well one of them bitches
Be fucking one of my homeboys favorite bitches
And has been on his hit list for a minute
And I think he's ready to handle his business
He told me Yelawolf get this
And he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist
He said watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk
And grabbed his biscuit
Biscuit
Think he's playing
You better listen what he's saying punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag
Laying in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
Think he's playing
You better listen what he's saying punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag
Laying in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
Two men stand one's gotta go
One falls down to the ground one walks down to the road
Momma better call the police
Now he's screaming no
Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell
And he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled enough to give a penguin chills
Hot enough to make a potato smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel
In the valley of the hollowed fields
In the valley of the hollowed till
This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy
This is where I live Bama
Think he's playing
You better listen what he's saying punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag
Laying in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
Think he's playing
You better listen what he's saying punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag
Laying in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk on you

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