Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TM3, artist - Yelawolf. Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
TM3 |
| Trunk Muzik |
| Trunk Muzik 3 |
| Ala-fucking-bama |
| Trunk Muzik |
| Slumerican |
| Shady |
| Trunk Muzik |
| Supahot Beatz |
| And we still bumpin' that Trunk, bitch |
| I’ll take your piss in that bottle, throw that bitch at your papa |
| Smoke flyin' off the chopper and it’s chokin' your mama |
| She can’t breathe with this funk, what I conceive in the trunk |
| They disbelieve in the slum, bitch, best believe I’m the one |
| I got that bump in the back with the box of bodies |
| Creek Water 'til I’m walkin' wobbly |
| I’m a businessman, I don’t keep it political |
| Fuck the world and I’m not sorry |
| The priest was thinkin' I’m Illuminati |
| 'Cause Eminem is a close kin |
| He might as well be 'cause I give him hell |
| For that white bread, put the toast in |
| Not simply a rapper (Uh) |
| But I snap like a crispy cracker |
| When I peel the pages out the book and hook it |
| That’s a life story, no empty chapters |
| Pull up on 'em in the '59, shinin' like a trailer park king |
| Let the boots take a walk |
| Alligator, how I lift the pile of what I made into the faders |
| Choppin' like me should’ve been a log |
| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it |
| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it, shake it (Trunk Muzik) |
| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it |
| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it, shake it (Trunk Muzik) |
| Money pilin' up, I ain’t got shit to do |
| We hit the bar and settled up a twenty dollar tab |
| I left her bein' drunk and walkin' out the back without a ride |
| Or even bein' smart enough to get an Uber |
| Go to Hooters, takin' double shooters |
| Throw a lot of hooters, hit the alleyway |
| And paddle my way over to the studio, I’m travelin', a mover |
| Head rattlin', I’m at church with a newer God |
| On another level, bitch, better grab a ruler |
| Quarterback of anything Slum and I’m throwin' bullets |
| Could’ve been a stylist, you admire this mullet |
| Wanna catch a vibe, then take a violent bullet |
| Walk a country mile and take a ride in my 'Cuda |
| For the 808s up under the bench of the Chevy |
| For the Bettys gettin' ready |
| Throwin' the confetti, hittin' the powder heavy, uh |
| Catfish deep gettin' heady, alien shit for my ship, SETI |
| And it’s a walk in the park |
| When I’m talkin' the talk, like walkin' a dog |
| No leash for the beast, no caution at all |
| Be alert if the dog starts barkin' at y’all |
| 'Cause I’m a marvelous shit starter |
| A public hit, causin' the market to flip harder |
| But fuck it if I can roll, these suckers just pickpocket |
| The creative profit and go remake it to make a dollar |
| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it |
| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it, shake it (Trunk Muzik) |
| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it |
| Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it, shake it (Trunk Muzik) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Trunk Muzik) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Trunk Muzik) |
| Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Trunk Muzik) |
| Uh, uh, uh (Trunk Muzik) |