Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Box Chevy , by - Yelawolf. Song from the album Trunk Muzik 0-60, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DGC
Song language: English
Box Chevy |
| Yelawolf and I feel like a king in my box Chevy |
| Tell them other wack muthafuckas to get they pine box ready |
| Catfish Billy is deadly, don't get slapped with the medley |
| Still sippin' on Jack D to my neck and my head start feelin' heavy |
| Doin' one-twenty five down I-29 |
| Really think I need to start slowin' down |
| But I can't 'cause I got a pretty little blonde thing |
| Sittin' to my right that's blowin' me now |
| Oh yeah, she's headin' me |
| I think her name might be Becky |
| I was about to drop her off |
| But I had to switch lanes to get the brain she begged me |
| Aww naw, do you come in twos? |
| Please choose a couple of friends that could hop in and cruise |
| 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 ride pass |
| 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 with a king |
| Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats |
| My box Chevy |
| Tilted off Jim Beam, sittin' low, 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 with a king |
| Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats |
| My box Chevy |
| Fuck a limousine, I'd rather 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 a five-star chick, got a pornstar bitch |
| Ridin' shotgun with me, gettin' so wet |
| Now she goin' down on me givin' roadhead |
| Bussin' 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 wrap |
| Then it's time to jump back on the highway 85 |
| Slumpin' in my seat like I'm hunchback |
| And my Chevy lookin' so dope |
| Old school Vogues on it got it floatin' like a rowboat |
| Gold flakes in the candy paint drippin' on the road |
| Drivin' slow like a mothafuckin' showboat, ho |
| Don't act like you don't hear me comin' |
| I got the Willis Drummond and it's comin' out the clarion |
| Twelves in the trunk, flatscreen TVs in the headrest with Something About Mary on, carry on |
| I be turnin' heads every time when you see me in the Chevy |
| Man, it's evident she car-struck |
| And I'm far from hard up so quit trippin' like a bitch |
| And get in the car, slut, girl 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 with a king |
| Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats |
| My box Chevy |
| Tilted off Jim Beam, sittin low, 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 with a king |
| Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats |
| My box Chevy |
| In the background with a 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 |
| Now I’m drinkin' a deuce deuce, swig it slow |
| Feelin like I’m Deuce Deuce Bigalow |
| Pick a bitch like I pick a piccolo |
| Go anywhere you wanna go, pick a road |
| Interstate 59, 20, 75, 285, 85 southbound |
| Twins pipes like pow-pow |
| Hundred spokes on the Vogues like wow, wow, 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 with a king |
| Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats |
| My box Chevy |
| Tilted off Jim Beam, sittin' low, 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 with a king |
| Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats |
| My box Chevy |