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Workin' The Trunk Lyrics - Artist : E-40
[E-40:]
I came in this thing outta here, loaded, hella bent Intoxicated, everywhere I go I leave my scent I'm hella faded, who got some gum or a mint? My jewelry decorated, my diamonds shaped like a tent I can't tell you what I spent, if I told ya, I'd have to kill ya I've been smoking hella hemp like a soldier, I'm off to kill About my skrilla, I'm 'bout that world, 'bout that life We sick like salmonella, crooked cops, crooked dice (UH!) She bad as fuck and she nasty Popping pills like Nurse Jackie Pussy opposite of flabby Brazilian wax, not nappy From the beginning and since day two, I've been winning Fuck social media, in the hood, I'm trending Better show up, that's what I tell a bitch Have her hoe up, then I sell a bitch Workin' the trunk Bitch got junk Hood nigga, always park my whip in the front Hoe ass niggas getting mad 'cause we stunt Running through money, you could say what you want Workin' the trunk Bitch got junk Hood nigga, always park my whip in the front Hoe ass niggas getting mad 'cause we stunt Running through money, you could say what you want [Too $hort:] She dancing with an attitude By herself, must be mad at dude (She mad at you) 'Cause she came with her man Fuck that cupcake, she just wanna dance So exotic, she from the island Dancing erotic, sexy and violent I ain't never seen shit like that Make you wanna hit that cat She ain't doing new dances I ain't ever seen But the way she do 'em is hella mean Hips look dangerous She's sexy, but she's an angry bitch I'm from the O, that's my kind of hoe Told her "Grab my arm, it's time to go You wanna have fun, right? I'm a fuck you all night 'til you see the sunlight" Workin' the trunk Bitch got junk Hood nigga, always park my whip in the front Hoe ass niggas getting mad 'cause we stunt Running through money, you could say what you want Workin' the trunk Bitch got junk Hood nigga, always park my whip in the front Hoe ass niggas getting mad 'cause we stunt Running through money, you could say what you want [E-40:] UH! She a fool with' it, niggas don't be knowin' what to do with' it Pack a tool with' it, bitches might wanna cool it She's a bad bitch, came out breech She ain't off the chain, she off the leash A thick chick, love dick, pussy and tits Big hips, big lips, good ass sex Get her off the weed and the heem Pussy have you sprung like a Slinky spring [Too $hort:] Too much for the average player All the weak ass niggas just pay her Begging, 'Please don't embarrass me' Down on one knee, 'Please marry me' She wild as fuck, can't tell her nothin' Freaky as hell when you fuckin' But she a crazy bitch when you pull it out Make you wanna keep it in her mouth BITCH! Workin' the trunk Bitch got junk Hood nigga, always park my whip in the front Hoe ass niggas getting mad 'cause we stunt Running through money, you could say what you want Workin' the trunk Bitch got junk Hood nigga, always park my whip in the front Hoe ass niggas getting mad 'cause we stunt Running through money, you could say what you want [E-40:] She bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad She got ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass And her own cash, cash, cash, cash, cash, cash, cash, cash She spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz, spaz Shake that weave Shake that weave Shake that weave Shake that weave Where the bitches with the real hair? Where the bitches with the real hair? Where the bitches with the real hair? Where the bitches with the real hair? Shake that weave Shake that weave Shake that weave Shake that weave Where the bitches with the real hair? Where the bitches with the real hair? Where the bitches with the real hair? Where the bitches with the real hair? BIATCH! |
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