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  • Текст песни нето - исключена

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    Hey, hey, hey, hey
    Hey, hey, hey, hey

    Yelawolf and I feel like a king in my box Chevy
    Tell them other wack muthafucks
    To get the pine box ready

    Catfish Billy is lately
    Don't get slapped wit' the medley
    Still sippin' on Jack D to my neck
    And my head start feelin' heavy

    Doin' 125 down, I-29 really think
    I need to start slowin' down
    But I can't 'cause I gotta pretty blonde thing
    Sittin' to my right that's blowin' me now

    Oh, yeah, she headin' me
    I think her name might be Becky
    I was 'bout to drop her off
    But I had to switch lanes
    To get the brain she necked me

    Aw, no, do you come in two's
    Please choose a couple of friends
    That could hoppy in the Coupe

    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 rims are super clean
    Paint job that 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 wit' the King
    Well, I wanna see the back of your jeans
    In the seats
    (My box Chevy)

    Tilted off Jim Beams
    Sittin' off 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 wit' the King
    Well, I wanna see the back of your jeans
    In the seats
    (My box Chevy)

    Fuck a Limousine rather ride 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 5-star chick, gotta porn-star bitch
    Ridin' shotgun wit' me, gettin' so wet
    Now she goin' down on me, givin' road head
    Bussin' on her forehead
    Then I take her back to the homestead piece

    Back in the caprice, took a sack of weed
    And crumpled it inside a cognac blunt rack
    Then it's time to jump back on the highway 85
    Slumpin' in the seat like I'm hunckback

    And my Chevy look so dope old school Vo's on it
    Got it floatin' like a row boat
    Gold flakes in the paint drippin' on the road
    Drivin' slow like a show boat hoe

    Don't act like you don't hear me comin'
    I got the [Incomprehensible] and it's comin' out the clarions
    12's in the trunk, flatscreens in the headrest
    Wit' somethin' 'bout Marion, carry on

    I be turnin' heads every time
    When you see in the Chevy, man, she car-struck
    And I'm far from hauled up, sup wit' trippin' like a bitch
    Get in the car, slut, you know you wanna ride

    My rims are super clean
    Paint job that 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 wit' the King
    Well, I wanna see the back of your jeans
    In the seats
    (My box Chevy)

    Tilted off Jim Beams
    Sittin' off 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 wit' the King
    Well, I wanna see the back of your jeans
    In the seats
    (My box Chevy)

    Yeah, in the the background wit' the six-pack
    And ridin', lookin' for the ladies
    Peanut butter seats, have seat, girl
    My peanut butter needs jelly

    I'll chase you like jelly
    If you ain't afraid to get messy
    If you know the game
    Then I'll let you call the shots like a referee, yeah

    Now I'm drinkin' a deuce, deuce, sweet and slow
    Feelin' like a Deuce, Deuce Bigalow
    Played the the bitch like piccolo
    Go anywhere you wanna go, pick a road

    Interstate 59, 20, 75, 285, 85, southbound
    Twins pipes like pow-pow
    100 spokes on the vo'

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