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letra de dirty maxxx - young gunner

dirty maxxx lyrics
yeah bo
gunner on the track (that’s right)
redneck souljers
tiller gang
h-ll yeah

[verse 1: young gunner]
we ride around in that dirty max
and it’s packed full of aggression
with the wide mirrors that’s stickin’ out it look like this truck flexin’
with the black and chrome in the white lights
got more eyes on it than fight night
we lookin’ clean and we turnin’ heads
and we murdered out with a night sight
country boys that’s makin’ noise with loud pipes and all of that
you drive a car you blow it up
you hang your head while we holler back, haha
yeah us real hillbillies love our chevy’s
ride them slow with the windows low ’cause the bass is beatin’ so heavy
ridin’ through the fields with the [?]
sippin’ on shine with the 808 droppin’ (droppin’)
notice some shots from the right from a shotgun
needin’ some meat so we fiendin’ to drop one
the tiller gang called and they said that they got one
so i’m on the way as i got my hubs locked in
[chorus: young gunner]
we like rollin’ with black smoke blowin’
we got ’em chokin’ and we know it
we’ll ride to no end
we rock and rollin’ when we go in
that thirty pack, ride-ridin’ in that dirty max
we go in that thirty pack b-bouncin’ in that dirty max
in the dirty max (in the dirty max)
in the dirty max (in the dirty max)
jacked up, blacked out
bouncin’ in the dirty max
in the dirty max (in the dirty max)
in the dirty max
jacked up, blacked out, bouncing

[verse 2: fatt tire]
black on black with the chrome trim
black smoke blowin’ out the back end
this redneck souljers i thought i told ya
we’ll go ahead and kick back then
and open up the top of that bottle and let it rock
then load up a couple double off
find a buck and make him drop
young gunner in the back with a full dip packed
and we cruisin’ down that strip (strip)
sittin’ so d-mn high that the girls eyes wide like we’re in a pirate ship
we got that mud flyin’ them tires rippin’
and we don’t give a sh-t if the paint’s chippin’
as long as long as the mudgrips grippin’
and we ain’t drippin’ just mind your business
[verse 3: c-hubb]
what you know about chevy trucks with them grips for mud
that’ll slice like a knife when we hit a rut
the shots are stock we need to get ’em up
mashin’ the gas but we give her some
h-ll, holler out the window rollin’ up and you can see me through my [?]
p-ssy dice swingin’ every time the wind blows
and i’m keepin’ the chevy roll steady like a tempo
we in the dirty max
drownin’ ’cause we’re down ’em by the thirty pack
city folk have never even heard of that
so when we comin’ through it’s lookin’ like a dirt attack
a sand storm, your ass is worn
don’t get caught in it like a patch of th-rns
and when you’re girls’ home early and your watchin’ p-rn
you read the owner’s manual get informed about the dirty max

[chorus: young gunner]
we like rollin’ with black smoke blowin’
we got ’em chokin’ and we know it
we’ll ride to no end
we rock and rollin’ when we go in
that thirty pack, ride-ridin’ in that dirty max
we go in that thirty pack b-bouncin’ in that dirty max
in the dirty max (in the dirty max)
in the dirty max (in the dirty max)
jacked up, blacked out
bouncin’ in the dirty max
in the dirty max (in the dirty max)
in the dirty max
jacked up, blacked out, bouncing
[interlude: young gunner]
yeah, i ain’t gonna lying i like ridin’ in a dirty max (yeah bo)
it don’t mean that i don’t like a ford or dodge though
around in my neck of the woods we like ridin’ in those chevys boy

- young gunner

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