Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chevy Smile , by - Yung Joc. Release date: 30.07.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chevy Smile |
| Pull out the Chevrolets nigga |
| (Well if they gon' put 'em out, what year they need to pull out Trick?) |
| Pull out the 71's, 72's & seven-treys nigga |
| (Haha, well tell 'em who ya is shawty) |
| The Don Dada, the dump riders, yours truly (that right) Trick Daddy Dollars~! |
| (See what did, I said, I’ma go get a real nigga who know 'bout muh’fuckin Chevy) |
| (Inside and out from the motherfuckin digi-dash, to the motherfuckin pipes) |
| You better believe it (hehe, you know who it is) |
| (Trick Daddy, Yung Joc, let’s go) |
| + (Trick Daddy) |
| I like the way (I like the way) the grill on my Chevrolet smile |
| I like the way (I like the way) the rims on my Chevy go round |
| I like the way (I like the way) the top on my Chevy go down |
| I like the way (I like the way) the Chevy make the girls go wild |
| 6−4 Chevrolet, S-S-M |
| Twenty-fo' of suntan, thatat fresh pimp |
| You think I’m ridin peanut butter, naw that’s chocolate chip |
| I love the way the paint drip, love the way the paint flip |
| Head got the antique step, fishbowl lamp |
| Fo'-fifteen beatin with the two stolen amps |
| Move away with the butterfly, do’s on suicide |
| Five percent tint keep them hoes guessin who inside |
| Now the neighbors mad cause my feet down low |
| Now the haters mad cause they freaks down low |
| Yeah the color scheme match these new Gucci loafers |
| Plastic on the seats like my grandmama sofa |
| I got the work to match the hard top, fresh out of supermart |
| And e’rywhere I go they follow the car show |
| Yo, I hit a right, they hit a right |
| I hit the gas and leave they ass 'bout fo' or five lights |
| Gettin followed by these bougie broads, because they like the car |
| They dig my swag, too bad bitch, this ain’t for y’all |
| This for them 'bout it bitches, all about the dollar bitches |
| Independent, but love fuckin with real niggas |
| This for my thug niggas, gettin rich drug dealin |
| My trap stars with big walls and fast cars |
| Dunk ridin, trunk poundin, glass-housin |
| Now that’s some real down South shit |
| Got the grill on my Chevy like TV juggins |
| Smile so bright, you can see me comin |
| Say you wanna race, playboy we can run it |
| Say you got a Hemi, my Chevy’ll out run it |
| I hope you got navigation cause pimpin you lost |
| Police thank you smokin good, that’s just my exhaust |
| Betta get some antifreeze and let you shit cool off |
| Minks on my flo' bitch, take your shoes off |
| Treat my Chevy like a 'llac, dont slam my do’s |
| I’m ridin like a mack, backseat full of hoes |
| I got a kush pack, we gon' blow this whole O |
| Matter fact, let your seat back and ride out slow |
| Come chill with me if you wanna see what I’m ridin on |
| (Ay Jazze look what I’m ridin on playboy) |
| I might even take you home (y'all know who I be man) |
| I might even take you home (it's your boy Big Block man) |
| (The Eastside Chevy rider) |
| In my Chevy |
| (What'chu ridin on?) Dubs |
| (What'chu ridin on?) Dueces |
| (What'chu ridin on?) Tres |
| (What'chu ridin on?) Fo’s |
| (What'chu ridin on?) Sixes |
| (What'chu ridin on?) Eights |
| (What'chu ridin on?) 30's |
| (What'chu ridin on?) That’s the way I stay |
| (What'chu ridin on?) Dubs |
| (What'chu ridin on?) Dueces |
| (What'chu ridin on?) Tres |
| (What'chu ridin on?) Fo’s |
| (What'chu ridin on?) Sixes |
| (What'chu ridin on?) Eights |
| (What'chu ridin on?) You can call me a Chevyweight! |