Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chevy Smile, artist - Yung Joc.
Date of issue: 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! |