Pop The Trunk - Yelawolf

Pop The Trunk - Yelawolf

Альбом
Trunk Muzik 0-60
Год
2009
Язык
`English`
Длительность
228040

Below is the lyrics of the song Pop The Trunk , artist - Yelawolf with translation

Lyrics " Pop The Trunk "

Original text with translation

Pop The Trunk

Yelawolf

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 naw 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

11:30 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!

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!

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