| You don’t gotta love me frankly
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| I’m stubborn as a suffragette, thank me
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| Later when you’re stuck up in a pack daydream player
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| Lungin' durries with a cup of tea, that’s what safe means
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| Hater join my Peter Pan clan
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| Kick it with the Lost Boys up in Neverland and
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| Everything I wished for I done made it happen
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| Call me Captain when I sing a hook, you sing it back, man
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| Yippee-ki, yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay
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| Biddy bye bye, I did it my way
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| Yo, it’s the only way that I know
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| Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki, oh
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| White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know
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| Motherfuck a cosign, I’ma be my own
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| I be on my own grind, keep it on the low
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| White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know
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| Hey yo
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| I’ve been stoned-over since '00, 'cause I think I think too quick
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| Motherfucker needs a spliff too hit till i’m too lit to give two shits,
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| cold chilling like an igloo is
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| Truth is like rick, I’m a bit too slick, slippery little sucker,
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| kitted like a Hummer
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| Driven at 100 million kilometres, gunning till I puncture through a bunker,
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| rip it into shreds
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| «Bring bring», brother, someone ringing in, «Who dis? |
| Tell me what the issue is?
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| Dude, you can have a minute while ya bitchin' 'bout the lip you bit,
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| did it really ever help you the sitch you in?
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| Tuned it and I’m tipped to win, listen, here’s a premonition I’ma hit you with
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| Like jujitsu kick, I’ve already flipped two middle fingers to the itty bitty
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| pigeon holes they wanna fit you in, yikes
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| Yippee-ki, yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay
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| Biddy bye bye, I did it my way
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| Yo, it’s the only way that I know
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| Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki, oh
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| White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know
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| Motherfuck a cosign, I’ma be my own
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| I be on my own grind, keep it on the low
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| White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know
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| I don’t claim to know everything, let it be known I don’t think that I do
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| If I say something of benefit, well fuck me dead, it was probably flook
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| Gobbledygook, I rap for love of it, don’t ever think that I don’t
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| Not lost in the loop for the loot, «scoopity whoop», go ahead, this is some
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| shit you can quote
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| Ladies and gentlemen, tell them I’m rising above, any fame, it’s irrelevant
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| I am not here for the hell of it, in my own element, this is the life in my
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| blood, fuck the etiquette
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| If you ain’t buying it I ain’t offended or trying to front, I can discuss
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| It’s all about energy, vibing on energy, finding that light to enlighten a buzz
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| Lemme shine like the sun on a cemetery, divine is my touch, as we enter the
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| entity
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| Many describe it as love in the hate, from to the friend to the enemy,
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| thug to the saint is essentially
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| Is as one in same, embedded synergy runs through the vain, our memory bank
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| An connected genetically plugged in the brain, let it bang, like gun to the face
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| Yippee-ki, yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay
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| Biddy bye bye, I did it my way
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| Yo, it’s the only way that I know
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| Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki, oh
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| White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know
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| Motherfuck a cosign, I’ma be my own
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| I be on my own grind, keep it on the low
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| White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trailer Trash, artist - Tuka. Album song Nothing In Common But Us, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп