| I ain’t got much, but that’s the way it goes
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| I’m a failure, yeah maybe so
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| I just live my life that you called a trend
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| But I’mma stay this way to the very end
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| White trash, that’d be the life for me
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| White trash, that’s all I’ll ever be
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| White trash, that’d be the life for me
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| White trash, that’s all I’ll ever be
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| It’s the white trasher, house party crasher
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| Y’all don’t wanna mess with me
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| I’m pulling up to the party on a grey ten speed
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| Saying «What up dog, it’s Big B!»
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| I’m not braggin', Dickie Saggin'
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| Someone’s on the wall, that’s what I’m taggin'
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| Cadillac pimpin', PBR sippin'
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| You wanna step to this kid, you must be trippin'
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| And I ain’t gonna stop 'til I reach the top
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| Barbecuing in the front yard, cars in the back
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| Neighbors upstairs saying I don’t know how to act
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| We’re hot rod rollin', big can holin'
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| Wish I had a chain but homie I ain’t golden
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| Loud mouth speakin', whiskey drinkin'
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| Catch me late night on the streets just creepin'
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| First name basis at the county jail
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| You know it’s messed up when your friends and family don’t answer the phone to
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| bring you bail
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| Yeah, tattooed from head to toe
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| Getting dirty looks wherever I go
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| Harley ridin', never law abidin'
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| Kid you stepping up, I guarantee we fightin'!
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| I’ve never been the type to be like them
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| I’ve never been the type to wanna fit in
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| I love punk rock and hip hop, low rider chop top
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| Pretty girls in tank tops
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| I like big trucks and choppers, lead sleds and boppers
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| Pin up girls in red lipstick and Guarders
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| Thats what I like! |