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Trunk Bang

Mr. D.O.R.R, Yea, might swang wide body,
trunk goin bang like a 12 gauge shottie,
Now er body krunk, trunk goin bang like a muizeburg
pump, throwin upper cuts like I’m y-u,
trunk goin bank like I claim pyru,
Dirty south ridin might swang might dip,
trunk goin bang like a west coast crip,
I wreck mics with a passion,
trunks goin bang like headboards clashin,
album turned up whole street rockin,
trunk goin bang like two cops knockin,
like pinky an da brain I ponder,
trunk go bang like flash flood thunder,
people hate me like Bill O’Reilly, trunk go bang like pops off Friday.
Everything turned up kenwood turned,
let the trunk bang while I got da block lock down cut
dog top down let da trunk bag to da head rest drop
down ice game caked up, draped out,
draped up let da trunk bang make da whole hood wake
up, my click stay live, yo yo click ain’t live trunk
go bang like ice cream paint job.
(Yea Buddie) Next stop truck stretched out,
trunk go bang like 6−12's decked out
(WHOO) Check dat insides jet black,
let da trunk bang with da sunroof let back,
two tone flip change, lean back grip grain,
trunk bang make da cadillac switch lanes,
(Say Girl) Damn is he ballin you don heard right,
let da trunk bang make da whole car swerve right.