| Okay, this how we ride
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| Turn up!
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| 22s, 23s, 24s, 28s
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| All chromes on the box Chevy
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| I say down south we slam those (Chevy)
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| That’s right, ole school on them 84s (Chevy)
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| We look good and my Chevy mean (Chevy)
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| I got my top off and I’m ridin clean (Chevy)
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| 22s, 23s, 24s, 28s
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| I could be talkin bout rims, sports
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| I could be talkin bout weight
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| From the land with the skate
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| On threes or fours
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| No deposit, no conversation
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| Drop it in the bank and then we straight
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| It’s the Don and the king
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| What you seenin is 713
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| Longevity, somethin that alot you niggas ain’t seen
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| And you know my team
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| Talk about more than just codin
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| East Coast, West Coast
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| Chicago, ATL, sippin I’ll lean
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| I got 24 on this heavy plate
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| Cocaine on that Chevrolet
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| My leather red and my smoke grey
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| Lord bless me with a better way
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| These low pros don’t kill hoes
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| I ain’t the G that I say
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| I’ve been ridin aroun through H town
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| And I love the place that I stay
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| Ole shit with them new Lex
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| Roof back, that coop black
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| Bad bitch I go scoop that
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| Still blowin that fruit pack
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| My hood hot, my block here
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| When the streets packed we come through
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| My steak great, my cake straight
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| I’m ole school, that’s somethin new
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| Let’s go
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| Me and in the Chevy
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| Doin numbers, rims heavy
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| Trunk jumpers
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| Freezin, it’s silly
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| Glass like dunkin
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| Park her by the buildin
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| Black and chrome bumper
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| Them glistenin
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| Red skin, pin stripes
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| Got that thing looking right
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| I’m feelin right, waffle up
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| Paul George, game night
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| All star, game tight
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| Trophy on that ass nice
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| It feels right, it feels right
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| Ready
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| My trap spot where my
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| Gettin money, stackin money
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| Laughin at these clown suckers
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| Look at em, they actin funny
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| These lames bummy and crummy
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| Let em tell what they holdin
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| I got highly on the mally
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| And she rollin like she bowlin
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| Talkin bye, fuckin suckin
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| We side ways, won’t it
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| She say she miss me
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| It’s only been 5 days
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| You know me
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| My trap spot with my rap spot
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| That box Chevy with that stash pot
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| For that cash
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| And that block hot
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| Bran new Chevy Tao sit that thing up on em 20s
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| Pull up at they Rupees
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| Take my new bitch on a dinner date
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| Say the rubber bandz gon cost a grip
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| I bought em anyway
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| Fillin my whip with petrol
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| Smoke that west coast, hit that interstate
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| Traffickin down 59
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| Pull me over I’m gon get time
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| Fuck it though, I’m hustlin bro
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| Betta get yours I’m gon get mine
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| Ridin like them Houston niggas
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| It’s crazy what slabs will do to niggas
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| Have you feelin like you the shit
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| And bitch you tryin to chose a nigga
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| Get so much we crazy
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| I know she just wanna flip my car
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| You and her and her the only way you gon fuck a star
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| Ridin like I’m poster dry
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| Can’t tell that I’m a Texas boy
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| She gon ride with me if she agree to get naked, boy
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| Rollin roun in that Chevy
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| Top down, blow brains
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| With a bad bitch, who got a bad bitch
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| And we out here, nigga back page
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| when I poke out wide
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| Green and white, caught you by surprise
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| But it’s 713 over everythang
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| And I thank you lord for these Chevys |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Box Chevy , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Money Don’t Sleep, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп