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My Truck

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My Truck

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You can drink my liquor

You can call my lady

You can take my money

You can smoke my blunt

Scuff these Jordan's

You can say you hate me

You can call me crazy but

Don't tuck my truck (skru, skru)

Skruuruu (yeah, yeah)

Skruuruu

Don't touch my truck (brrp, yeah)

Skruuruu

Skruuruu

Don't touch my-

V8 engine with the windows tinted

Boy, we came from the bottom, got it out the mud

Whole block jumping 'cause the subs stay hitting

If they roll up on me know I keep one tucked (ooh, yeah)

Woo

Tell them boys come and get me

I be riddin' through the city

Young, rich and I'm pretty

Homie, don't get it twisted (yeah)

Keep a sip in the hemi

Red cup full of Henny

My hittas come in plenties

For real

You can drink my liquor

You can call my lady

You can take my money

You can smoke my blunt

Scuff these Jordan's

You can say you hate me

You can call me crazy but

Don't tuck my truck (skru, skru)

Skruuruu (yeah, yeah)

Skruuruu

Don't touch my truck (brrp, yeah)

Skruuruu

Skruuruu

Don't touch my-

Wood grain dash with the matte black finish

And it match my Shawty with the big ol' butt

Know them boys soft 'cause they got hard feelings

You can try me if you wanna go and test your luck

Woo

Tell them boys come and get me (get me)

I be riddin' through the city

Young, rich and I'm pretty (yeah)

Homie, don't get it twisted (yeah)

Keep a sip in the hemi (in the hemi)

Red cup full of Henny (I've been drinking)

My hittas come in plenties

For real

You can drink my liquor

You can call my lady

You can take my money

You can smoke my blunt

Scuff these Jordan's

You can say you hate me

You can call me crazy but

Don't tuck my truck

Skruuruu

Skruuruu

Don't touch my truck (don't)

Skruuruu (touch)

Skruuruu

Don't touch my truck

Don't touch my truck

Don't touch my truck

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