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Box Chevy

Yelawolf and I feel like a king in my box Chevy

Tell them other whack motherfuckers get that pine box ready

Catfish Billy is lately, don't 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 can't 'cause I got a pretty blonde thing sittin' to my right that's 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 two's?

Please choose a couple of friends that could hop in the cooz

Now we goin' steady, but I'm not lookin' for longevity

Pipes in the back, the lights of the night reflect sights through the dash, I'm 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)

Fuck 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

Fuck 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 it's time to jump back on the highway 85

Slumpin' in the seat like I'm hunckback

And my Chevy look so dope old school Vo's 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

Don't act like you don't hear me comin'

I got the Willy Sherman and it's comin' out the Clarion

12's 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 I'm 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 I'm out lookin' for the ladies

Peanut butter seats, have seat, girl

My peanut butter needs jelly

I'll chase you like Chevy

If you ain't afraid to get messy

If you know the game

Then I'll let you call the shots like a referee, yeah

Now I'm drinkin' a deuce, deuce, sweet and slow

Feelin' like I'm 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 Vo's 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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