| Yeah, headin across country
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| Ain’t no stoppin
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| Diesel truckin baby — poppin No-Doz for nights
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| Lookin out the tight skirts rollin up the turnpike
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| Rollin down the highway — tanks full of gas
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| Look in your rearview, kid I’m up on yo' ass
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| Diesel trucks with big engines, Caterpillar motors
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| Y’all move over, we honkin the horns behind your Escalade
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| Bam-bam-bam-bammm! |
| That’s us
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| With one overload, behind your Range Rover, truck stops
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| Last night we made the drops, air pressure on the brakes
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| Fssssssssshew, one tank better than Jake
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| Y’all talk a lot of mouth, while we pulled up at the waffle house
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| Interstate we movin forward, 18 gears the bridge ain’t closed
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| 4008 Peterbilt, orange and gray long-nose, haulin apples grade A
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| Swap trailers on payday
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| Your meat get delivered on tough beats
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| While y’all supposed to be movin on tough streets
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| Play it back baby, crank the pipes, I don’t think they got heat
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| (Breaker 1−9, this is Fat Mic)
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| Diesel truckin baby — poppin No-Doz for nights
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| Lookin out the tight skirts rollin up the turnpike
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| Rollin down the highway — I’m overweight, runnin late
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| Didn’t stop at the scale, highway patrol on my tail
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| Diesel truckin baby — poppin No-Doz for nights
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| Lookin out the tight skirts rollin up the turnpike
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| Rollin down the highway — tanks, food, gas
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| Look in your rearview, kid I’m up on yo' ass
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| Diesel monster truck rollin, huh, burgundy
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| Surly more deadly and ready for roadkill melee
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| I shear, runnin over deers and queers
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| Niggas, way back, suck cheers and beer, last chance for fear
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| Hey — HELLLLOHH, little kiddie
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| Pink bows in your hair and ahh, you’re lookin — pretty
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| What I really look like, I leave no one else
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| No mercy a killer, kiss my pinkie ring, come kiss it
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| Sit in fun seats, shiny skirts, big dice on the dash
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| Flamin all lost with David Lynch, highbeams flash
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| The cash in ya brastrap, is how much I spent on hubcaps
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| Blew my 8, cylinder, right before, I split ya
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| Put a nice suck me suck me cut me orgasm champagne
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| Vibe bully pistol me kink throw me slit my throat shut me out
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| It was out in my diesel truck, that I call Lil' Sally
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| Man you’re ready for Kansas, up here I’m rollin
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| 21 gears behind a lady drivin a Volkswagen, I can’t stand this
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| Box weight, ox weight
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| I gotta be in Grand Rapids at a quarter to 8, not a quarter too late
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| When I hit the clutch, everything shake
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| I don’t know what route I’mma take
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| Hit Flying J’s in the Great Lakes
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| Engine red hot, his coffee pot, two barrels of fuel on each side
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| I laugh at the gas exit when you’ve gotta stop
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| Respect all the way up to the radars, check my rearview
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| Wave at weigh stations, it’s all love for you
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| With sheriffs and cops, Detroit diesel engine you can’t stop
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| When the reindeer lock, everything stay 100 speed limit
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| Watch the grill block
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| (Watch out out there, this is Fat Mic, up the road they got a jackknife) |