My Chevy

Song

My Chevy

Young Buck · Get Buck Bitch · 2012 · 3:28

Lyrics

I think I know why they love me so much now It ain't just the swag, it's the mothafuckin' car She said the weed keep her cool but the pills get her gone The top dropped down, she can't keep her clothes on In my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy) My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker) I left it wet for you niggas when I came through They say that boy clean but it ain't you That's me in my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy) My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker) Turnin' heads, beatin' down the block, rollin' on two double stacks Four screens playin', red bone rubbin' on my back Chrome everywhere with the pipes out the ass 454 Big block do the whole dash I be all through your hood with these Tennessee tags No seat belt nigga, no air bags In my Chevy, I'm fresh, flyer than a motherfucker Them ain't Asanti, you fly like a motherfucker Look at how I got this whole parking lot poppin' The hoes start jockin' and the haters start watchin' You don't know the feeling if you ain't gettin' bread In my Chevy, flyin' down the interstate, gettin' head She said the weed keep her cool but the pills get her gone The top dropped down, she can't keep her clothes on In my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy) My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker) I left it wet for you niggas when I came through They say that boy clean but it ain't you That's me in my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy) My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker) Got my Chevy sittin' high and I'm shinin' She wanna fuck my car cause I'm grindin' Kissin' on my pinky ring, lickin' on my diamonds Yeah my whip paint drippin' and I'm tip-toe tippin' With my lights off, just dropped my bike off Catch me where the d-boys go and get they white off Ask me what I paid, I'mma tell you what it might cost If you can handle it you can have it, shit I might walk Niggas ain't sellin' no records then it's my fault Made a million off a mixtape, look what I bought Yeah I'm hollerin' ten a key cause I really seen it And I'm hollerin' ten and a half and Really mean it, shawty talk to 'em She said the weed keep her cool but the pills get her gone The top dropped down, she can't keep her clothes on In my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy) My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker) I left it wet for you niggas when I came through They say that boy clean but it ain't you That's me in my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy) My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker) Yeah, fuck that nigga, turn the music up nigga Let's go god damn it, let 'em see me nigga Drop the top god damn it, here I go baby, Young Buck Put some minutes on my throw away phone, makin' deals, pop a pill I'm rollin', let my bitch take the wheel, what it is? What it do? I'm hood, what are you? Maybach what I blew and I paid back who? Now look at my Chevy, ain't that bitch ready? Ho I got more in my old school than you and your Maybach A lot of niggas probably like "how can he say that?" Swagger jackin', tryna see where I got sprayed at I'm all through the city like I just got my license 26 Inches, the car got on Nikes And I ain't tint the windows cause I know that y'all don't like me But can't you see me good when I'm ridin' with your wifey? She said the weed keep her cool but the pills get her gone The top dropped down, she can't keep her clothes on In my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy) My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker) I left it wet for you niggas when I came through They say that boy clean but it ain't you That's me in my Chevy (my Chevy), my Chevy (my Chevy) My Chevy (my Chevy) (I'm flyer than a motherfucker)

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