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My Trunk ft. Trinidad James

My Trunk ft. Trinidad James Lyrics Big K.R.I.T.

Mixtape: K.R.I.T. (King Remembered In Time)

[Hook: Big KRIT]
My trunk pussy pop, pop
Them hoes down to bop, bop
My trunk pussy pop, pop
Them hoes down to bop, bop
My trunk pussy pop, pop
Them hoes down to bop, bop
My blades swing and chop, chop
Them subwoofers knock
Show your grill hoe, show your grill hoe
Show your grill hoe, show your grill (show your grill)
Show your grill hoe, show your grill hoe
Show your grill hoe, show your grill (show your grill)

[Verse 1: Big KRIT]
Get at me - yeah, that's right
So throwed off the drank that I’m outta sight
Pushing buttons, Caddy corner crushing
Club combusting, they claim they wanna fuck tonight
Riding dirty, super tight
I put the pressure on her fizzle when she turn off the lights
A dark-skinned nigga with a player's voice
I had y'all thinkin' I’m Barry White
Pop up twice, I ain’t tripping on drugs
Tires in rotation, the bass still buzz
Old school whip with the AC, Cutlass
Calibrate to navigate, but bitch don’t touch it
Hit the floor, you better hit the flow
I got bands to spend, you got twat to show
You can bop and go, but I’m grain grippin’
Trunk shaking like stripper pole, bang with it

[Hook: Big KRIT]

[Verse 2]
My car candy painted, my house sit on a hill
I never was a square, I always worked the wheel
Always had them boppers, riding on some choppers
Parking lot walk, fill my drunk up like a pocket
I'll beat the bass, what's up? Might catch a case
Broking up the bank and put it in their face
Ever since I wrote it was the dole on transform
I fold the poured, them niggas had to had
Rims on gold, I hit to slow my foes up
'Cause the potholes deep and I can’t let them scrape
I let my knock, till my tape pop
Tell them motherfuckers that I got that bass

[Hook: Big KRIT]

[Verse 3: Trinidad James]
I said of course I’mma show my grill, yeah... and show my ass
I came to this earth in '87, pussy niggas check my past
Been a real nigga ever since, run in the A with my nigga named Tae
Beating down them fucking blocks, from _____ to _____ ...
‘Cause niggas don’t talk here bout that life,
Drop-top Chevy with the four exhaust pipes
Let that Chevy breathe on 'em when you pull up to that light
Hit that gas and watch that Chevy pop an island (an island?)
Half these young niggas on rims, but my Chevy still on...

[Hook: Big KRIT]

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