| Blacked out Duramax, speakers 'bout to bust, bust
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| Moon light bright, sh-shinin' off the dust
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| Seat leaned back, ridin' way jacked up
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| Yeah, I love this way of life, I can never get enough
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| Blacked out Duramax, speakers 'bout to bust
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| Moon light bright, sh-shinin' off the dust
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| Seat leaned back, ridin' way jacked up
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| Yeah, I love this way of life, I can never get enough
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| I’ve got a blacked out Duramax
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| A 12 inch smokestack, four 12's in the back
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| Poundin hard like a whack-a-pack
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| All the girls wanna ride six of 'em in the back
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| With the camo dash nah, they can’t get enough of that
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| Yeah, I love this way of life, I can never get enough
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| Young Gunner on the radio (You know my truck is jacked up)
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| Carolina, Georgia, Florida I will always represent it
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| Rockin' mud blood if you ain’t seen it then you gotta get it
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| Love the way my Chevrolet compliments my Chevy chain
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| Mud Digger King and at the top is where I still remain
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| Good ole country boys somethin' bought me that’ll never change
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| You’ll never get on my level as long as I’m up in this game
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| Blacked out Duramax, speakers 'bout to bust, bust
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| Moon light bright, sh-shinin' off the dust
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| Seat leaned back, ridin' way jacked up
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| Yeah, I love this way of life, I can never get enough
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| Blacked out Duramax, speakers 'bout to bust
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| Moon light bright, sh-shinin' off the dust
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| Seat leaned back, ridin' way jacked up
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| Yeah, I love this way of life, I can never get enough
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| I got that Duramax power rollin' coal out by the hour
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| And I keep these yuppies sour 'cause I’m taller than the tower
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| If you pull up right beside me make you tuck your head and cower
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| I’ma rain on your parade and blow some smoke out on your flowers
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| Yeah, I’m peellin' off and grinnin' with a Chevy full of women
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| Leave you in a cloud of smoke with my tires spinnin'
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| I’m gone, jammin' hick-hop in my zone
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| 'Bout to hits these dirty roads and throw some mud up on my chrome
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| Lenny ridin' with me and we far out from the city
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| Yeah, we in the dirty, dirty so you know we keep it gritty
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| Goin' hard up on the gas like I’m tryin' to pop a wheelie
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| Talkin' trash about my ride, make me slap a cracker silly
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| Blacked out Duramax, speakers 'bout to bust, bust
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| Moon light bright, sh-shinin' off the dust
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| Seat leaned back, ridin' way jacked up
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| Yeah, I love this way of life, I can never get enough
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| Blacked out Duramax, speakers 'bout to bust
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| Moon light bright, sh-shinin' off the dust
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| Seat leaned back, ridin' way jacked up
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| Yeah, I love this way of life, I can never get enough
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| Blacked out Duramax, speakers 'bout to bust, bust
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| Moon light bright, sh-shinin' off the dust
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| Seat leaned back, ridin' way jacked up
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| Yeah, I love this way of life, I can never get enough (Get enough, get enough,
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| get enough, get enough) |