Yelawolf - Pop The Trunk (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yelawolf - Pop The Trunk (en) Lyrics
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Meth lab in the back
And the crack smoke peels
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 sweatpants
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
Naw, he's rough like a brillo
Went to the Chevy and
pulled out a machete
And a gun as heavy and tall
as the midget Willow
Think he's playin'?
You better listen what
he's sayin' 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
11:30 and I'm pulling up dirty
Smoking babbage out the back
of my buddy's Monte Carlo
Spitting over some Supa Hot Beats
With a super hot freak we
call the parking lot ho
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
But tonight one of the bitches
is giving us problems
Well one of them bitches
Be fucking one of my homeboy's
favorite bitches
And he's 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
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 the hollowed steel
In the valley of the hollowed field
In the valley of the hollowed tip
This ain't a figment of
my imagination buddy
This is where I live! Bama!
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