*featuring Byou2ful
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[Mystikal]
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Whaaa, wassup nigga?
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This for my niggas in them Big Trucks
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This for all my niggas in them SUV's, you heard me?
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This for my Big Truck Drivers, look nigga blow yo' Big Truck Horn
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You still could see me in my Big Truck boy
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Smilin' like a lil' kid when I sped the corner with my brand new toy
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I got a bark in they call, talkin' 'bout
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they wishin' I'd would've came out the garage
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But, I guess that's too bad
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Cause your truck used to be the shit until they saw my pad
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Strobe lights flash, solar baric [boom boom]
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Big feet ten runnin' while they [vroom vroom]
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Another SUV can't do nothin' wit' me
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I'm 23's so 22's ain't fuckin' with me
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Car so big it make it hard to turn the wheel
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I can't watch the T.V.'s from the sturrin-wheel
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Shit, plush stronger than the buckskin ceiling
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Chocolate tan interior really big truck grill
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Yeah, that's how you do that there
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Got bling and bass, everything clean but the ash-tray
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[Hook: Byou2ful (Mystikal)]
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I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel
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singin' this song (I'm a Big Truck Driver)
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In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill
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rollin' on big ol' chrome (I'm a Big Truck Driver)
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And you know when you pass those small trucks you doin' them wrong
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(This is for my riders Big Truck Drivers
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Even on a bad day everything clean but the ash-tray)
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[Mystika]
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Dark lights with brights, the dark windows
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with the pistols in the hot spots fuckin' well right
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So when you bitches try to act hype
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I get the gat get the gat cause niggas don't fight
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When you get to Ruben 2 then make a right at the light
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And you might catch my rims will-millin' 'round night light
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I played a Jag' 'round rags, and now Excursion and Escalade 'round upscale
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The Range Rover's don't even get gools
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'til its time for Rythim City or either House of Blues
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My niggas wit' me at your seat to pick my friends up
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My brother 'rice in a mother-fucking Benz' truck
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Fresh light don't need no buffin'
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Just call a homie where I'm at, west coast custom
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Put it on a trailer and ain't no rushin'
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Cause when I get it back y'all 'round can't touch it
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[Hook]
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[Mystikal]
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Ain't no slack in my mack, rollin' slow the windows down
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they recognize me so you know how they act
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Cuttin' up fallin' out tryin' to flirt and get nasty
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Raisin' shirt showin' titties talkin' 'bout autohgraphs
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I try my best to keep my fans happy
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I sign my name I grab the nipple they pull off and start laughin'
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Then it's back through the hood, tryin' to find somethin' good
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And after that I'm on my way back to good
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I knew that I'm on course at all time
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And I love grindin' like alcoholics love sweet creamy and wine
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2002 and you dodgin' me now
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Big Truck gonna come up ain't no holdin' us down
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Grab eyes, turn heads, stop traffic
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My black Big Truck half match my Big Truck jacket
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Do shows and get paid when I travel stay busy it be gone
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Now this a Big Truck Driver
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[Hook 2x]
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[Mystikal]
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I'm a Big Truck Driver, I'm a Big Truck Driver
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This is for my riders Big Truck Drivers
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Even on a bad day everything clean but the ash-tray
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Big Truck Driver
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Mystikal |