Lyrics:
forget
I'm in love with my money, baby, I don't want shit
Panamera view inside my truck like a penthouse
Dog-ass bitch, she just tryna suck my wrist
to the eardrum
Put the needle to the groove I gets rude and I'm forced
To fuck it up, my style carries like a pick-up truck
Cross the clear blue yonder, sea
on the ghost (yeah)
Pushin' that Lamb like a boat (yeah, yeah)
I took a piss on your porch
I gotta keep me a fork (yeah)
Just so I can scrape on the pot
to the eardrum
Put the needle to the groove I gets rude and I'm forced
To fuck it up, my style carries like a pick-up truck
Cross the clear blue yonder, sea
the main attraction
Lamborghini fast and I'm too tall for that shit
I tried to get in, I had to crawl in that bitch
But they 'bout to make a truck so I'ma
the main attraction
Lamborghini fast and I'm too tall for that shit
I tried to get in, I had to crawl in that bitch
But they 'bout to make a truck so I'ma
kilo of Cuban on my wrist
I started drinkin', then I made a hit
I got my fork and my work and my syrup
I got my recipe goin'
You see me just
truck loads
Fuck you mean you get it from your mami ho? Yeah
Diamonds all on my chin, diamonds all on my fork
Piercin' in my nose, diamond in my nose
Murder waits inside the wedge
Sharpening it's sickle edge
Spading forks, increasing spin, screaming tin
Ruby slippers, tap ya heels in a spiral,
as a mothafucker let these niggas know who I am
Fuck y'all mad at me for?
Y'all don't even know what I've been through
I play chicken with a Mack truck
Y'all
Another Jake Break wakes me up to a hotel lobby coffee cup
That dirty old white pickup truck
With the trailer hooked up by the Denny's, she's mine
The truck continues down the side
Beneath stacks of eternally tied
A load, most, precious, does ride
Emerald hills in touching the sea
Marry with
Father
Frog
Fly
Fox
My father is a farmer.
He watches fireworks with friends.
A frog on fathers finger.
A fly on fathers fork.
A fox on fathers
I needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your fuckin manners? I'm Bruce with Banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannons
At the fork in the road I take a mouth full of dirt
I want to see it all tho I'm so 'fraid of this earth
So I've been waiting outside waitin 4 a tug
I needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your fuckin manners? I'm Bruce with Banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannons
And he's sinking in, isn't he
He suddenly reached for the fucking fork lift
And I lifted up he couldn't reach it, he was shitting himself
He was just
dumbfucks
Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough
I kept my lawn cut
This felon conduct
I got my arm out the window of an armed truck
It's Teamster Union
Man, told 'em beat it with the pot man
You tryna make a profit beat it with the Pot
Trap (Trap trap)
Beat it with the fork man
Beat it (Beat it beat
to another ghetto
On Sante Fe playing the lotto
I used to want a champagne two door Tahoe
Until I seen that same truck shot by five-o
Dead with his eyes closed
(let's go)
Damn, bald head, Pac shit
Plus my main thing like to eat with chopsticks (damn)
I can whip a dream with a fork, nigga (fork, nigga)
Yeah,
Here's to the daddies who drive 'em big old trucks
Doing what they've gotta do to fill their babies' bellies up
And here's to the mamas who hold
the worst country song of all time
Second verse goes
I think trucks are a waste of gas
If you disagree, we'll cancel that, 'cause
My mama never whipped
nothin I can't
Stick a fork through
We break bread, eat good, and pour brew
Cheers!
Come toast to the one with respect to
The utmost on more than one coast
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