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- Yelawolf Box Chevy 歌詞
- Yelawolf
- Yelawolf and I feel like a king in my box Chevy
Tell them other whack motherf**kers get that pine box ready
Catfish Billy is lately dont get slapped wit the medley
Still sippin on Jack D to my neck and my head start feelin heavy
Doin 125 down I-29 really think I need to start slowin down
But I cant cause I got a pretty blonde thing
Sittin to my right thats blowin me now
Ooh yeah she headin me
I think her name might be Becky
I was bout to drop her off
But I had to switch lanes to get the brain she begged me
Aw no do you come in twos
Please choose a couple of friends that could hop in the cooz
Now we goin steady but Im not lookin for longevity
Pipes in the back
The lights of the night reflect sights through the dash
Im nice to bypass
My wheels are super clean paint job it glitters and gleams
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats
(My box Chevy)
This whip is built for queens and you wanna be seen wit the king
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats
(My box Chevy)
Tilted off Jim Beams sittin off to the side I lean
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats
(My box Chevy)
This whip is built for queens and you wanna be seen wit the king
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats
(My box Chevy)
F**k a Limousine I rather ride ride Caprices
My speakers vibrate the concrete beneath us
Ridin 85 northbound shakin doors down
So I turn the speakers louder pissin off polices
F**k 5-star chick got a porn-star bitch
Ridin shotgun wit me gettin so wet
Now she goin down on me givin road head bustin on her forehead
Then I take her back to the homestead peace
Back in the Caprice took a sack of weed
And crumpled it inside a cognac blunt rack
Then its time to jump back on the highway 85
Slumpin in the seat like Im hunckback
And my Chevy look so dope old school Vos on it
Got it floatin like a row boat
Gold flakes in the candy paint drippin on the road
Drivin slow like a showboat ho
Dont act like you dont hear me comin
I got the Willy Sherman and its comin out the Clarion
12s in the trunk flat- screen T V s in the headrest
Wit 'Something About Marry' on carry on
I be turnin heads every time
When you see in the Chevy man she car-struck
And Im far from hard- up so quit trippin like a bitch
And get in the car slut you know you wanna ride
My wheels are super clean paint job it glitters and gleams
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats
(My box Chevy)
This whip is built for queens and you wanna be seen wit the king
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats
(My box Chevy)
Tilted off Jim Beams sittin off to the side I lean
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats
(My box Chevy)
This whip is built for queens and you wanna be seen wit the king
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats
(My box Chevy)
Yeah in the the background wit the six-pack now
And Im out lookin for the ladies
Peanut butter seats have seat girl
My peanut butter needs jelly
Ill chase you like Chevy
If you aint afraid to get messy
If you know the game
Then Ill let you call the shots like a referee yeah
Now Im drinkin a deuce deuce sweet and slow
Feelin like Im Deuce Deuce Bigalow
Pick a bitch like I picked the piccolo
Go anywhere you wanna go pick a road
Interstate 59 20
75 285 85 southbound
Twins pipes like pow-pow
100 spokes on the Vos like wow
My wheels are super clean paint job it glitters and gleams
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats
(My box Chevy)
This whip is built for queens and you wanna be seen wit the king
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats
(My box Chevy)
Tilted off Jim Beams sittin off to the side I lean
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats
(My box Chevy)
This whip is built for queens and you wanna be seen wit the king
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats
(My box Chevy)
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