- Yelawolf Box Chevy 7 歌詞
- Yelawolf
- Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Yeah
If I see two Maybachs, Ima park it in the middle
Throw my keys at the butler and then get em
No ID, Ima walk up through the middle
Candy-coated whip like a pocket full of Skittles
Money in my pocket but I dont know how to act right
Glock in the glove box like a flashlight
Cub in the mop-top in the backlight
Zilla Gorilla hes a killer, thats night night
Legends in the fog
Got me a Chevy, baby, and Ima let it crawl
Got me a pack ready, and Ima make a call
Gettin your racks ready and maybe we can talk, yall
Know we get down mother****ers in niche,
Nashville done got beat up, yeah
Talkin **** on the Woozy got crack
Left him on his back, left his ****ing feet up
We just bad mother****ers
Bad mother****ers
Some bad mother****ers better listen to the song
Tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong
So give me that Loc in the tone
Ghetto cowboy stay ready
All night long let em mop
I hear em talkin, gawkin, when they see me walkin
To my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I see you stalkin, hawkin, with your coffin
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
You mad I can tell it , tell it, cause you jealous
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin
From my 1979
If I get drunk Ima leave her, pick her up tomorrow
Dont get behind the wheel if Im pickinup a bottle
Never roll the dice but, yeah I hit the lotto
Swung to the dirt yeah livin by the motto
Catfish Billy trappin out the Yamaco
Rebel, Im a rebel like David Allen Coe
Kickin in a red pan, cooking that dough
Brenda does your dog bite, no child no
Legends in the fog
Never go back to being broke not at all
Gotta gold plaque up on the studio wall
I had to go back to get it from my Papa, uh
Alabama, Georgia, Tenenssee
A recipe for disaster, put the beat up
Me and the Chevys like pastors to Jesus
A haystack, Im that needle, we just
We just bad mother****ers
Bad mother****ers
Some bad mother****ers better listen to the song
Tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong
So give me that Loc in the tone
Ghetto cowboy stay ready
All night long let em mop
I hear em talkin, gawkin, when they see me walkin
To my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I see you stalkin, hawkin, with your coffin
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
You mad I can tell it, tell it, cause you jealous
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin
From my 1979 (Box!), 1979 (Box!)
I hear em talkin, gawkin, when they see me walkin
To my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I see you stalkin, hawkin, with your coffin
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box !)
You mad I can tell it, tell it, cause you jealous
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin
From my 1979 (From my,from my, from my)
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
1979 Oh, oh
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