Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chevy, artist - Retch.
Date of issue: 05.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chevy |
Who got a Chevy? |
Who got a Welly? |
Just popped a yellow, shit got me deady |
Bad lil thot, she was a wetty |
Said she was ready, I was like «betty» |
Hit from the back, piece up a telly |
Ran up a pack, niggas was jelly |
She on my sack, blowing my celly |
Told her just text me, shawty too messy |
Had on Givenchy the day that she met me |
The pussy it’s wetty, it sound like spaghetti |
Was all in her guts, had to nut on her belly |
Deuce, Remy, combination, deadly |
Bands is on me, fetti, Glizzy on him, ready |
She wanna ride, pull up in the foreign like «hoe, get inside» (like «hoe, |
get inside») |
Lil mama a slut, after I hit have her fuck with the guys (fuck with the bros) |
Thotties, all in the stu, I been getting the vibe |
Exotic, all in the air, we got runtz in the sky (we got runtz in the sky) |
Payments, fronto, don’t do, blanco |
Leader, Huncho, big dawg, Cabo |
Christian Dior, I put Margiela on all of my hoes |
All in Balenci when I hit the store |
Swinging these doors man this shit was galore, hey |
Drippin, Lambo the truck, whip it |
We se a opp, get him, get on they block, spin em, hey |
Drippin, Lambo the truck, whip it |
We se a opp, get him, get on they block, spin em |
(Hook) |
Who got a Chevy? |
Who got a Welly? |
Just popped a yellow, shit got me deady |
Bad lil thot, she was a wetty |
Said she was ready, I was like «betty» |
Hit from the back, piece up a telly |
Ran up a pack, niggas was jelly |
She on my sack, blowing my celly |
Told her just text me, shawty too messy |
Had on Givenchy the day that she met me |
The pussy it’s wetty, it sound like spaghetti |
Was all in her guts, had to nut on her belly |
Deuce, Remy, combination, deadly |
Bands is on me, fetti, Glizzy on him, ready |
She wanted Chanel, I told that bitch «gotta open a Wells» |
She told me she love me, if that’s the case let me drop on ya touchy |
Juggin, Cartier frames, Woody |
Niggas is soft, pudding |
Heard he got robbed, booked in (thought he was good tryna flex) |
Niggas be sets, baddy from? |
, she givin' me neck |
The pussy was flame, pussy was flame |
She won’t do a buddy might right her a check (might right her a check) |
Hey, I’m on the dice, my bitch takin' the bets |
Since a lil kid I was bangin' the set, I get you killed just by sendin' a text |
(just by sendin' a text) |
Swervin, pull up, we jump out Suburbans |
She see me on Insta, see me on Insta |
Met me and said I look better in person |
Niggas be police, I think that they workin' |
She let it go, she got her a Birkin |
Got in my Birkin and niggas was hurtin' |
Watchin' my stories, these niggas be lurkin' |
(Hook) |
Who got a Chevy? |
Who got a Welly? |
Just popped a yellow, shit got me deady |
Bad lil thot, she was a wetty |
Said she was ready, I was like «betty» |
Hit from the back, piece up a telly |
Ran up a pack, niggas was jelly |
She on my sack, blowing my celly |
Told her just text me, shawty too messy |
Had on Givenchy the day that she met me |
The pussy it’s wetty, it sound like spaghetti |
Was all in her guts, had to nut on her belly |
Deuce, Remy, combination, deadly |
Bands is on me, fetti, Glizzy on him, ready |