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letra de red truck - xanadu

[verse 1: xanadu]
yea, you finna die
catch a deer outside, then it’s gonna get fried
drinkin’ all the liquor, the we goin for a ride
yea, bb guns and american pride
told a b-tch i ain’t had no meth, and she cried
see yo ass f-ckin’ my daughter, better stride
lil boy tried to touch my truck, and he died
you can try to f-ckin’ run, but you can’t f-ckin’ hide
lil b-tch, told a b-tch we ain’t f-ckin’ if we ain’t goin truckin’
lil hoe, she be suckin’ on the trailer park, b-tch
we drinkin’ moonshine in the pitch dark b-tch
i don’t care if you rich
red truck hit a l!ck
stealin’ my shine, think you so f-ckin’ sl!ck
get kicked in ya d-ck, lil b-tch stealin’ beer
don’t touch my truck, don’t touch my gear
trump 2020, even though it’s been a year
shoot you in the head
we got mullets, y’all rappers got dreads
k!ll a f-ckin cat, then i feed it to my pets
all y’all gang members don’t know a f-ckin threat
pull up in a truck, you done knew it’s f-ckin red
k!ll a f-ckin human, then i put it in some bread
all of my kids, you know they inbred
my type of gun leave you in your death bed
see a p-ssy boy walkin’, imma fill him up with led
think you know country, imma show you how to do it
save a lil puppy from its death, and then i threw it
smokin on my dope, you gotta pay, because i grew it
you ain’t really country mother f-cker, i knew it
got some f-ckin dirt on my boots, but you got gucci shoes, i ain’t ever f-ckin need ’em
imma shoot him in his mother f-ckin’ heart when i see ’em
b-tch i’m urinating straight moonshine when i’m peein’
[chorus: lil goldie & xanadu]
keep your fancy foreign cars
keep your stupid xanax bars
with my guys, don’t give a f-ck
whip around a red truck
huntin’ camo on my boots
keep those stupid gucci shoes
with my guys, we hunt in trees
whip around red gmcs

[verse 2: lil goldie]
pour a four up in my shine
p-ssy boy, don’t cross the line
p-ssy boy look like a swine
all he do is b-tch and whine
stayin in my own d-mn lane
goin fishin’ everyday
fly your stupid private planes
p-ssy boy, he so cliché
hit that p-ssy with a tool
if he f-ckin act a fool
i ain’t never finish school
all i know is the u.s. rules
i just hate minorities
i need new priorities
my kids have deformities
because they all so inbred (yuh)
p-ssy boy, come try me b-tch
shoot you in the bottom lip
keep your stupid foreign whip
hope you crash into a ditch
love to bump some tim mcgraw
spittin’ backer in my jaw
never listen to the law
but i still say back the blue (yuh)
real bad b-tch in my two seater
pour a four in my two liter
blood and mud on my wife beater
hit you with a f-ckin heater
goldie never ever foldin’
ar-15, what i’m totin’
america is what i’m showin’
goldie stay so cold he frozen
[chorus: lil goldie & xanadu]
keep your fancy foreign cars
keep your stupid xanax bars
with my guys, don’t give a f-ck
whip around a red truck
huntin’ camo on my boots
keep those stupid gucci shoes
with my guys, we hunt in trees
whip around red gmcs

[outro: xanadu]
i know a lot of people are gonna take this song seriously, and if you’re one of those people, i think you need to go see a f-ckin’ doctor or something. it’s- we’re country rappers now. we say the country words like beer and truck, and trump

- xanadu

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