Wine-o Pop My Trunk Lyrics

Pop My Trunk Lyrics

where dem hataz at 

where dem hataz at 

where dem hataz at 

where dem hataz at 

MAYNE ! 



{chorus} 

Pop my trunk
then 

pop my pop my pop my trunk then 

pop my trunk then 

pop
my trunk then pop my pop my pop my trunk then 



i beat the fat pat
whatcha kno bout dat 

we 4 deep in the lac then we all got gats 

jus in case a fool trip mayne ion think he wanna jack 

leave ya layin
side ways wide open playn dat 

holla back was the funny whole world seen
me comin 

was a bad ass kid yea my nose was runnin 

h-town, 5th
ward, yep dat my hood, ima twist it up throw it up yea its undastood 

its
all good everybdy kno my name im deep rooted in the game sometimes im ridin
plane sometimes i grip grain 

on them 84s elbows swangers put em on the
who do yo lifes still in danger 

im shinin my neck wrist n my teeth 20 in
screen jabbed in my seats (in my seats) 

25 crew if ya wanna beat so i can


Pop my trunk then yep then yep 



{chorus x2} 



{Paul Wall} 

when ya see me in the streets 

im the same playa
that ya hearin on these beats (paul wall) 

jus holla at me mayne 

my paint drippin like my car had a leak 

sittin in my backseat will
give ya headaches for weeks 

when i pass sittin tall as a giraffe do the
math while i get harassed 

'cause im ridin a e-class 

i jus laugh
when i see them haters face make em eat my dust leave em wit a sour taste 

u ridin on 17s so i guess u in last place 'cause the rims im ridin on come
past my waist 

when the trunk pop partna its a bop fest 

im sumthin
like a titty dancer 'cause my car is topless 

when u see me on dat antwon
turnin heads 

my paint was burnt orange now its turnin red 

its
paul wall ridin butter on the south we gutta 

its no wonder why dat
original or wat uh(pop my trunk then yep then yep ) 



{chorus x2}




{wine-o} 

im the _________of the rap game go ask ya girl
she gon tell ya the same thing 

she wanna touch my mic dawg i heard she
could really sing 

4 15s in my trunk yea it really bangs silly mayne
steady flippin on them cars 

bad broads throwin draws summertime i spit
at nights sometimes i spit at broads 

wen i fall throu the club man they
treat me like a star 

when i dip throu the hood they say look at his car


i got a scar in my styrofoam white cup wen ya hear me say HUH gon throw
it up 

wen i throw my partys bad broads they be showin up haters throwin
up 'cause they kno a niggas comin up 

(yea wine-o) im the talk of the
streets im blowin up 

everybody hear my voice yea they cant get enuf 

'cause im rough and im tough stackin paper like Bun(