Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heavy Chevy, artist - T-Pain. Album song T-Wayne, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.02.2018
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Heavy Chevy |
| What up, bruh? |
| What up? |
| So, y’know, I was thinkin', right? |
| Y’know, since we doin' the «He Rap He Sang"album, I figured |
| That you from N-O, right? |
| Mhm, mhm |
| Right, right, and I’m from Florida |
| Tallahassee? |
| Right, so I got a couple things to, like, teach you |
| Okay |
| That you probably need to know about |
| Since you came to Miami now, and you know what I’m sayin' |
| You pretty much a certified Florida boy |
| (Woo!) |
| So is it cool if, like, I just teach you a couple things you need to know? |
| It’s not much, all you gotta do is sit back, relax, take it in, you ready? |
| No worries, no homo |
| Alright, let’s go |
| Heavy Chevys |
| Heavy, heavy Chevys, man |
| Bitch |
| Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? |
| Bitch |
| Heavy Chevys |
| Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man |
| Yeah, I like this |
| A’ight big bruh |
| Fall it out |
| Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin' with no petty change |
| Heavy Chevys |
| Heavy, heavy Chevys, man |
| I see you |
| I think I got this one, I think I got it |
| Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? |
| Y’know, I was talkin' 'bout, like, Trick Daddy |
| And y’know, the real Dunk Ryders |
| Heavy Chevys |
| Alright |
| Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man |
| Let’s see what I got |
| T-W |
| Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin' with no petty change |
| The business |
| So let’s start with the |
| '72 Chevelle, I know that well |
| 'Cause everybody try to buy that bitch from me |
| But I will never sell, hell |
| Mids and highs and 4−12s |
| 24 inches, chopped seats, complete with the Pirells |
| Inside got baby blue 'gator scales |
| Even on the bottom of the seat, you can see the 'gator tail |
| My shit hard as a turtle shell |
| Plus I got a mothafuckin' motor that’ll make them tires yell |
| When I was 11, dawg |
| I learned 'bout my Chevy, dawg |
| I burned the Pirellis off |
| Convertible, take it off |
| Believe my leather stayin' soft |
| That’s why I’m at the start line, 'bout to take it off |
| Heavy Chevys |
| Heavy, heavy Chevys, man |
| See? |
| I see |
| You gotta learn, big bruh |
| I see, I see |
| Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? |
| Heavy Chevys |
| Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man |
| Now, I kinda want you |
| To come back and tell me what you learned from my lesson |
| Okay |
| Y’know what I’m sayin'? |
| Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin' with no petty change |
| Mhm, I’ma finish hittin' the weed first |
| Heavy Chevys |
| Heavy, heavy Chevys, man |
| Right, right |
| Can I hit that bitch one more time, please? |
| Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? |
| Oh, but of course, but of course |
| Heavy Chevys |
| Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man |
| But still, I need to know |
| That you know that I know that you know |
| Okay |
| Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin' with no petty change |
| Let me get somethin' |
| Well, I went and got that new Chevy truck |
| The one without the little man step |
| And I love that bitch so much, tomorrow I’ma wear the fan belt |
| Speakers in the bed sound like I got band help |
| Beatin' down yo' block, leave you with a damn welt |
| I used to have a '64 a few years ago |
| I had that bitch on three wheels on one of my old videos |
| Now I got a honey SS, I call it Cheerio |
| But my neighbors call it «Please turn down the stereo!» |
| I cut that hoe up louder |
| 24 karat gold pipes on the low Impala |
| See Pain, I knew a lil somethin', but thanks for the lesson |
| As a matter of fact, y’know what? |
| I’ma buy you a Chevy |
| Heavy Chevys |
| Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man |
| Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? |
| Heavy Chevys |
| Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man |
| See, see Pain |
| I ain’t gon' lie, when I got to Florida |
| Big, big paper, we ain’t fuckin' with no petty change |
| I haven’t saw that many Chevys in my life |
| Heavy Chevys |
| Heavy, heavy Chevys, man |
| I meant to say «seen,"but um |
| Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? |
| In the spirit of Chevys |
| Heavy Chevys |
| Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man |
| I’ma switch to T-Wayne and take it back |
| I said, a long, long time ago |
| I can still remember how that music used to make me smile |
| And I knew if I had my chance, I could make the people dance |
| And maybe they’d be happy for a while |
| Oh, but February made me shiver with every paper I deliver |
| Bad news on the doorstep |
| I couldn’t take one more step |
| I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride |
| But somethin' touched me deep inside the day the music died |
| So bye-bye Ms. American Pie |
| Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry |
| And them good ol' boys was drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| Singin' this’ll be the day that I die, day that I die |