| Trunk Muzik
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| Trunk Muzik 3
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| Ala-fucking-bama
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| Trunk Muzik
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| Slumerican
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| Shady
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| Trunk Muzik
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| Supahot Beatz
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| And we still bumpin' that Trunk, bitch
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| I’ll take your piss in that bottle, throw that bitch at your papa
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| Smoke flyin' off the chopper and it’s chokin' your mama
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| She can’t breathe with this funk, what I conceive in the trunk
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| They disbelieve in the slum, bitch, best believe I’m the one
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| I got that bump in the back with the box of bodies
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| Creek Water 'til I’m walkin' wobbly
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| I’m a businessman, I don’t keep it political
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| Fuck the world and I’m not sorry
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| The priest was thinkin' I’m Illuminati
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| 'Cause Eminem is a close kin
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| He might as well be 'cause I give him hell
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| For that white bread, put the toast in
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| Not simply a rapper (Uh)
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| But I snap like a crispy cracker
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| When I peel the pages out the book and hook it
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| That’s a life story, no empty chapters
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| Pull up on 'em in the '59, shinin' like a trailer park king
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| Let the boots take a walk
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| Alligator, how I lift the pile of what I made into the faders
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| Choppin' like me should’ve been a log
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| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it
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| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it, shake it (Trunk Muzik)
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| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it
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| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it, shake it (Trunk Muzik)
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| Money pilin' up, I ain’t got shit to do
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| We hit the bar and settled up a twenty dollar tab
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| I left her bein' drunk and walkin' out the back without a ride
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| Or even bein' smart enough to get an Uber
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| Go to Hooters, takin' double shooters
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| Throw a lot of hooters, hit the alleyway
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| And paddle my way over to the studio, I’m travelin', a mover
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| Head rattlin', I’m at church with a newer God
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| On another level, bitch, better grab a ruler
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| Quarterback of anything Slum and I’m throwin' bullets
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| Could’ve been a stylist, you admire this mullet
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| Wanna catch a vibe, then take a violent bullet
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| Walk a country mile and take a ride in my 'Cuda
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| For the 808s up under the bench of the Chevy
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| For the Bettys gettin' ready
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| Throwin' the confetti, hittin' the powder heavy, uh
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| Catfish deep gettin' heady, alien shit for my ship, SETI
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| And it’s a walk in the park
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| When I’m talkin' the talk, like walkin' a dog
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| No leash for the beast, no caution at all
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| Be alert if the dog starts barkin' at y’all
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| 'Cause I’m a marvelous shit starter
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| A public hit, causin' the market to flip harder
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| But fuck it if I can roll, these suckers just pickpocket
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| The creative profit and go remake it to make a dollar
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| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it
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| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it, shake it (Trunk Muzik)
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| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it
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| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it, shake it (Trunk Muzik)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Trunk Muzik)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Trunk Muzik)
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Trunk Muzik)
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| Uh, uh, uh (Trunk Muzik) |