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Trae - "Pop, Trunk, Wave"
Lyrics to Pop, Trunk, Wave : (feat. Fat Pat) [talking:] Yeah, they finna have a problem on this one mayn H-Town representing, Screwed Up Click You in here, with Trae the Truth mayn I had to take em back, on this one We gon throw this back for P-A-T, and DJ Screw Mafio and Gator, its finna go down round here You know we just getting started, Asshole By Nature [Trae:] They know Im here to bring it gangsta, when Im sitting on something glass Im original Screwed Up Click, I dont believe in moving fast Catch me tipping on fo 4s, with my trunk open and close Them haters gon kill theyself, when I pull up in suicide dos 400 dollar locs on my face, with diamonds in my mouth And Im well acquainted with Johnny, bitch Im shining in the South No need to watch out for jackers, say homie Im to the good Not only because Im strapped, but I kept it real with the hood So its understood, when I pull out that block in the line You see me rolling, with the top down Thinking how I just got paid, pop trunk wave Like Im fresh out of Jack, in a drop that got sprayed [Hook x4: Fat Pat] Just-just, got paid Pop-pop, trunk wave [Trae:] It aint no explaining off top, Trae fin to shine on em If you aint holding, move out the way while I recline on em I tend to get reckless, whenever my trunk get to rocking I rearrange the neighborhood, when Im pulling up knocking I know these haters watching, but they bet not cross the line D-Boy two cars behind, fin to put something across your mind We might just swang em down, and show em how we rep in Tex A 94 version of Pat, now who the next to plex They aint gon like it, when they get a taste of A.B.N. Bubble lights, alligator insides yeah they gon hate me then And Im the truth, if you dont like it come and see me homie And if you doubt it, I can make you where you believe me homie [Hook x4] [Trae] In a wide body, and Im sitting so thoed Fresh set of glass, so Im hogging up the road Diamonds on the wood, definition of gripping grain So I threw in a throwback Screw, and let that motherfucker bang Im in a zone I boss when I floss, riding for the set And this paint that you see on this whip, is classified as wet And I bet that you gon respect it, fore it damage ya mayn Cause running off at the mouth, will get your car ran dead out the lane And thats the bidness mayn, better respect a G fore he click And I dropped the top the same time, I dropped the kit And for the hate, I still swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop my trunk, yep-yep-yep-yeeep [Hook x16] [ Pop, Trunk, Wave Lyrics ]
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