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Mystikal - Big Truck Boys lyrics
[Chorus 2x] Buckle Up Boy Dont Give a fuck boy Here The Gillatine Big Ryders With The rest of the Big Trunk boys Leather Shit With the Big Chrome Boy Hit 'em with flat double barrel Big strung Boy [Mystikal] Dont Get Caught Up with my big truck boy Fuck Up Doggg!! Respect My Line And Keep my shit clean Aint Gone Let The Big Buck Fall White On Black Tinted Windows With the big black dog Nigga Slippin Bitches Toten Trying To Get Knocked Off Its With the corna Shit Sidewalk 3 6 Hard Aint No Mutha Fucka know whats on my old man log From Yall with the paint balls Horrible Dogs Ten hut but i can pay for it fog fog Somebody follin me in my rear view and it probaly them lawerys Thinkin im slanging that powder But I aint bout to cop no charge Thats the pt crosier Double R no job But i aint got no time im bout to ride to the frayer Hope they dont bring my shit back cause he aint to far If they take my shit strait over to buisness for war im talkin better you got the yak yay I said i aint got the day I said you strait Yes im on my way with my shit THATS what i did broke off head show me whats up thats what i said Hot curds front light in the streets wodie wanted every small car 5 10 east [Chorus 2x] [Mystikal] Tellin a motha fucka to strada talk on the phone drinks grada state troopers can kiss my ass the rest of you Bitches gone eat my dust Hit the city limit Lyrics start Yellin "thats my truck" Pull Up the red light tring to watch which nigga bone get back bra Packin towla gone rollin through town catch up with the fella with drug dealls hooka's and stella's better watch out for car jackers some of the bitchs ass niggas jelouse Betta lock you tower girl they comin to get yo need devoloped uptown hot be serivin like they be slappin round nigga's them nigga got a gillatin in they navigator on the back niggas standin dancin Keepin this nigga on the nextel wont even awnser some white nigga tryin to be like a snake dont even know whats happening [Chorus 2x] [Mystikal] Belive me niggas on 18 & 19 20 up tinted up piped up tank up filled up grilled up loaded siked up hyped up iced up polo striped up might up they want fresh cuts they rush all like big trucks Big house big car big dogs like big stuff big piano pig feet pig smoked hut hut hut I like the to let the sun roof to let the wind blow my hair I tured on 5th avenue boom! there them nigga's go right there lookin at all them guns will do harm to yo eye balls these niggas live you might not see can the side walk showing off with some thing mystikal drip drop He aught know being a dog he gone tag it looking like he gone charge at me cut nigga drinkin taboscian mixed with wine put it 1 i put em with a cat fish dangrous niggas having fun holling at q we got a show in florida here we come [Chorus till fade] |
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