Lyrics:
some work in the hood, what's the latest and
We rock foreign cars, spaceships, modern tanks
Trailer load,, lotta thanks, Shabba Ranks
Ed Moffa gang,
some work in the hood, what's the latest and
We rock foreign cars, spaceships, modern tanks
Trailer load,, lotta thanks, Shabba Ranks
Ed Moffa gang,
og sand
Det er hull i min kalender og
Min trailer har full tank
Eg ser ikkje bak meg
Lenger Lever nå og tenker fram
Kom kom kom an BB Kom kom kom an
Eg
yacht, 'cause
We got an inner-tube,
We got a trailer hitch.
We're near the river and far from rich.
But we have got each other and gas in the tank
yacht, 'cause
We got an inner-tube
We got a trailer hitch
We're near the river and far from rich
But we have got each other and gas in the tank
insane asylum, cleanin', try them trailer parks
Crazy, I am back, and I am razor sharp, baby
And that's back with' a capital B with' an exclamation mark,
armed
We sat there talkin' by the lobster tank
I ordered her a sloe gin fizz
And when them chicken fried steaks arrived
She said, "I like living' like
Smoke stank
Big bank
Got me a Lori from Shark Tank
Smoke stank
Big bank
Got me a Lori from Shark Tank
Well, I'm high off weed
Can get what you need
insane asylum, cleanin', try them trailer parks
Crazy, I am back, and I am razor sharp, baby
And that's back with' a capital B with' an exclamation mark,
trailers backed up down by the elevators
Train track grain car'll roll in later
Get filled up and head on out in the world
It's harvest time in this
farmer's tan
Leave your troubles on the bank and your gas in the tank
Just worry 'bout what's in your cup
And tie up
And tie up
No drama in
us a line
Basstrackers, Bayliners and a party barge,
Strung together like a floatin' trailer park
Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long
She's got a trailer parked in a little spot
Jam packed full with neighbors all around
She keeps to herself
Raises her baby
The best she knows how
of a credit line
Lord I'm just livin' on borrowed time
My truck's financed through the union bank
But I don't have enough to even fill the tank
I'd take
to side, what?
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
armed
We sat there talkin' by the lobster tank
I ordered her a sloe gin fizz
And when them chicken fried steaks arrived
She said I like living like this
to side, what?
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
Let's rent a tractor trailer
And sleep right in the car
Don't need a destination
Let's drive until we're far
Don't need a map we'll wing it
Don't
a line
Basstrackers, Bayliners and a party barge,
Strung together like a floatin' trailer park
Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long
Side by side
We sat there talkin' by the lobster tank
I ordered her a sloe gin fizz
And when them chicken fried steaks arrived
She said "I like livin' like
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
and west
But when it comes to them trailers in them South Parks
Muffle it, 'cause homie, that hood's tighter then Kenny's
So ladies if your belly button's
out my priorities
I'm a man of simple needs
Just rent, groceries, and gasoline
I got a trailer sturdy and cheap
Hot time, job work when I please
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