| I’ve got a hicked out ride with a big block growl
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| Buckle up tight roll into town
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| My crew’s rollin through lookin shiny and new
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| Sittin crooked on my chrome on a set of 22's
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| From the bumper to the hitch my whip is glistenin
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| Listen to my 15 inches hittin
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| Diamonds on my digits and my Stetson on my heady
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| But I ain’t ready till I’m dressed in my Chevy
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| You can’t mess with my bowtie you know it’s so fly
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| One ride you’ll know why can’t mess with my bowtie
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| Can’t mess with my bowtie just feel that silkey glide
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| In styl when I arrive can’t mess with my bowtie
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| I keep the outside shiny and the inside clean
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| Only wrappers that you see on my seat is me
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| The shotgun seat is saved for my lady
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| She loves how I baby my baby
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| I got the charcoal tint keep the inside cool
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| The big Bose system bumpin it old school
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| Dressed to impress oh yes I rock steady
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| But I ain’t ready till I’m dressed in my Chevy
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| Repeat Chorus |