CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Pop Yo Trunk
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on that motherf**king b*t*h
You know her sl*tty a** ain't talking bout no sh*t
Just trying to dig in yo pockets, just trying to make it out
F**k that hoe, leave that b*t*h in a ditch and a drought
You know what it is, it's that Cadillac phonk
My n***as is blasting they sh*t out they damn trunk
This that pimp sh*t, that damn Raider sh*t
And you know my n***as out there, they trying to get it
They staying with it, you already know what it is
My n***as out there handling that f**king biz
These b*t*hes always claiming, they wanna hold a n***a down
But then later on they wanna f**k up yo pimping style
That's why I move around, stay focused on me
Worry about the Raider Klan and SG
Slim Guerilla man I keep it trill for my n***as riding in them Batmobiles
The Batmobiles, I mean them Cadillacs
And this is for my n***as out there holding them damn stacks
B R motherf**king K, southern phonk
It's for them n***as blasting sh*t up out they trunk
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on that motherf**king b*t*h
You know her sl*tty a** ain't talking bout no sh*t
Just trying to dig in yo pockets, just trying to make it out
F**k that hoe, leave that b*t*h in a ditch and a drought
You know what it is, it's that Cadillac phonk
My n***as is blasting they sh*t out they damn trunk
This that pimp sh*t, that damn Raider sh*t
And you know my n***as out there, they trying to get it
They staying with it, you already know what it is
My n***as out there handling that f**king biz
These b*t*hes always claiming, they wanna hold a n***a down
But then later on they wanna f**k up yo pimping style
That's why I move around, stay focused on me
Worry about the Raider Klan and SG
Slim Guerilla man I keep it trill for my n***as riding in them Batmobiles
The Batmobiles, I mean them Cadillacs
And this is for my n***as out there holding them damn stacks
B R motherf**king K, southern phonk
It's for them n***as blasting sh*t up out they trunk
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
Pop yo trunk on a b*t*h, man f**k that hoe
