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      Box Chevy 6

      Yelawolf

      Album: Trunk Muzik 3

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      Yelawolf - Box Chevy 6 Música y Letra

      [Intro: Yelawolf]
      Uh, yeah
      
      [Verse 1: Yelawolf]
      See I'm a walking, talking, barking, biting, fighting
      Lightning in a bottle, Chevrolet golden model
      Crystal glass full of Creek Water when I wobble
      Past the keys to the vallet and hit the bundle
      Ridin' vacant, draggin', scrapin', blowin' sparks over
      Crossover laws, we jumpin', bumpin' Trunk Muzik
      I lose it, I use it, I drink it, I hank it
      I Waylon, I Willie, I'm dangerous
      Aim for the ankles and this bitch's throat
      Who in the fuck is this hick with the flows?
      Catfish Billy got that pocket, homie
      I'm a rocket, homie, I don't think slow
      But I sink low in that bucket seat, low fashion is luxury
      If I want it, fuck it, fuckin' yeah, I get it
      I must be living on fucking street
      Did you poke at that Robert Van Winkle?
      Hanging down over his mink coat
      I come alone from a known mobile home
      I could roll you a cone with no wrinkles
      Chevrolet hit with the sprinkles, got an El Camino after Cinco
      Smurf Box Chevy like bingo, I got this bitch
      
      [Chorus: Yelawolf, DJ Paul & Pimp C]
      Runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out
      Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
      We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out
      Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
      We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out
      Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
      We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out
      I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
      
      [Verse 2: Rittz]
      See I do all the reppin', North Atlanta legend
      No piano lessons, I know how to push a key
      Wasn't on the Freshmen cover
      Guess that XXL wasn't thinking I was good enough to be
      Rate me one to seven, I'm eleven
      In my Chevy with your lady and her best friend
      Make her g-string wetter than a headband
      See me on the road and turn around and get a neck cramp
      Look at your reflection, paint like I sparked the stars
      Shinin' like a diamond, inside of my Audemar
      She blow a dick like muah
      Made her squirt all over the seat, now I gotta wash my car
      It's like I dived on the slide at the water park
      Her pussy was gushy, I dropped her off
      On the steps like I had a job at UPS
      Told her call me but every time we talk, I yawn
      And when I and park my car, they come lookin'
      And I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' fuck a soccer mom
      Or some dork bitch dressing up for Comic-Con
      The Chevy bouncing like it had a hydraulic pump
      The T-tops are gone, I speed off like a redneck screaming yeehaw
      These laws probably seesaw, bring in police dogs
      All they retrieve underneath the seat was a big pink double-D bra
      That a big broad must've worn, I don't recall
      But they tryna give me tickets like I won at Skee-Ball
      In a black Monte Carlo, strapped like a narco
      Riding through Atlanta bumpin' Tennessee Love
      Reppin' CNT, but believe I'ma be Slum 'til I'm 6 feet deep in the ground
      Up in my box Chevy speedin' off when I see the GCPD around and I be...
      
      [Chorus: Yelawolf, DJ Paul & Pimp C]
      Runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out
      Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
      We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out
      Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
      We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out
      Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
      We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out
      I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
      
      [Verse 3: DJ Paul]
      In my box Chevy runnin', you in a Cutlass
      But my dope cut less, pass it like judgement
      Wet paint and it's gutted, police say I'm up to something
      Put the thirties on that bitch, tell 'em you gotta look up to something (Yeah)
      This for the homies that keep money down in they sneaker box, that fast cash
      In the trunk of my Box Chevy I keep me a speaker box like Outkast
      People tryna get me for it, they staking out like Outback
      But I got some killers that's in the front yard and I got some killers that's out back
      There's something in my Box that'll put you in a box
      Got your ho in my Box Chevy 'cause I'm fucking with her box
      I beat the song of the year with a freestyle, who run it?
      20 years in the gangster doing laps, and I got this bitch
      
      [Chorus: Yelawolf, DJ Paul & Pimp C]
      Runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out
      Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
      We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out
      Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
      We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out
      Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
      We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out
      I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
      
      [Outro: Pimp C]
      Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
      Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
      Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
      I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red

      Yelawolf - Box Chevy 6 Música y Letra

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