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(yeeeah) Welcome to the double-wide kingdom.
They think we're just dirt,
but I own the dirt.
Got two cell phones buzzin' on the laminate desk Sheriff's deputy parkin'
in the back with the rest I pay his mortgage while I
pour up my drink
He keeps his eyes closed,
don't care what they think
Gravel road dusty, but my money is clean Running this county from
behind a screen
Two-acre lot with a satellite dish Every local dealer gotta make a
little wish. They call it white trash,
but I'm sitting on gold
Buying up the secrets that can never be told (ohhh
tell 'em)
I'm the
king of the trailer park,
ruling the pines
Cops on the payroll,
crossing my lines
Sitting on the porch with a crown made of brass
If you want to live here,
you pay me in cash (pay me in cash,
yeah)
Chief of police sent a text on the low
Told me where the state boys are planning to go So I
rerouted shipments of copper and lead
Kept all my runners three steps ahead
Underneath the awning of this double-wide home I got a wiretap connected
to my chrome No high-rise office,
no suit and no tie Just a sleeveless shirt and a cold
alibi. I'm the
king of the trailer park,
ruling the pines
Cops on the payroll,
crossing my lines
Sitting on the porch with a crown made of brass
If you want to live here,
you pay me in cash (pay
me in cash)
Yeah, we run this whole town...
Right from the gravel road. (hummmm)