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letra de pistol in my truck - anthony beastmode

[intro]
tell me boy
tell me boy
hey chuck
let’s get’em

[anthony beastmode]
i got that pistol in my truck, b-tch, always by me
i’m a mother f-ckin’ rebel from the backwoods, i’m a beast
i got tats up on my skin, i got shine up in my veins
f-ck a hater, i’m the man, better stay up in your lane

i got that pistol in my truck, b-tch, always by me
i’m a mother f-ckin’ rebel from the backwoods, i’m a beast
i got tats up on my skin (b-tch), i got shine up in my veins (b-tch)
f-ck a hater, i’m the man, stay up in your lane

f-ck all that bullsh-t i’m not the one
raised in thеm sticks, i was raised with them guns
talkin’ all hard, then i really gang gang
hit you with the buckshot, watch your brains hang
y’all p-ssies, i don’t give a d-mn, where you from, or who’s your fam
out here you could disappear in hog sh-t across the land

let’s go huntin’, drop you right here, cut ya from ya navel all the way to your ears
hang you by your feet, string you in a tree, cracker you should’ve learned, you ain’t f-ckin’ with me

welcome to the south, please shut your mouth
buckshot 12 gauge, blow your brains out
hit your like a chopper, blow off your topper
9 mili blowin’ out your oblongata
then i’ll be that white devil bout to snap
no f-cks given, b-tch
suck my d-ck, kiss my white ass

[chorus]
i got that pistol in my truck, b-tch, always by me
i’m a mother f-ckin’ rebel from the backwoods, i’m a beast
i got tats up on my skin (b-tch), i got shine up in my veins (b-tch)
f-ck a hater, i’m the man, stay up in your lane
i got that pistol in my truck, b-tch, always by me
i’m a mother f-ckin’ rebel from the backwoods, i’m a beast
i got tats up on my skin (b-tch), i got shine up in my veins (b-tch)
f-ck a hater, i’m the man, stay up in your lane

[big chuk]
look what i done started from bargaining out apartments
[?]
these whack rappers my target, my track record is flawless
b-tch, i ain’t regardless, you r-t-rded, beg your pardon, and i
bang on’em, let my nuts hang on’em, had to switch lanes on’em
had to go and change on’em, let it rain on’em, tell mom pray for’em
[?]
organized like the military, body rappers i’m not one to worry
we are never ordinary, give’em more to carry to the cemetery
9 millimeter, that people eater, turned it up, yeah i tweaked your speakers
hollow tip bruise like a [?] knock you out your sneakers, you can meet the reaper
puffin’ loud and stayin’ quiet, really i could raise a riot, really i could break the silence, keep the pistol with me, when i’m ridin’

- anthony beastmode

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