Intro: DJ Paul] Yelawolf, DJ paul, Rittz The rapping homies SLUMERICAN!
[Intro: Yelawolf] Yeah, this one is for the bowties DJ Paul, Yela
[Verse 1: Yelawolf] I'm in a black chevrolet with no tags Got doors on this bitch like a school bus Hop on in motherfucker Take you for a ride with a loaded ruger So cold that I might need a coat rack Look bitch you only need two puffs That's crystal meth Catfish Billy smokin' tulips All around the south I blow cash That ain't leather that's nubuck You ain't really ballin' ruthless You ain't rollin' up on a new truck I'm all about the Glock, fuck LoJack I got this bitch on four's like two plus Two and this bitch is lubed up Treat MC's like a used slut Yeah bitch I'm outtie Five go tell yo' pap' that his boy's said howdy You want to make it rain but would I, I doubt it These hoes are bad weather, always cloudy I'm a kill these bitches dig these ditches and Rocks up out this chevy trunk before you dead and lost Cause we peelin' off in that red Bugatti with bowties
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(Oh, oh!) just me and that chevrolet (Bowties) (Oh, oh!) with a motherfuckin' attitude (Bowties) (Oh, oh!) you don't want to see that pistol wave (Bowties) (Oh!) Me and that box running up clean and smooth (Bowties)
[Bridge: DJ Paul] Turn the fuck up! Rittz where you at? Yelawolf, DJ Paul Where the Chevy riders at? Bring up, lets go!
[Verse 2: Rittz] All black Chevy I'm a take it to the car show Shouldn't drink and drive, I got some chrown inside my console Blonde ho with me, 'bout to fuck, no time for convo' Horny because I let her hit the chronic and the blanco Long stroke, I'm known for swinging wood like I'm a golf pro Hit it from the back she look behind and saw my charm glow I took a picture of her pussy for a fact and finished So she got the steppin' like she learned to do the mambo Back inside my seat my speakers beatin' like a bongo Bumpin' Box Chevy me and 'Wolf a perfect combo Anyone want it with us can get it they beggin' for attention Like Miley Cyrus when she twerk and let her tongue show, dumb though Why you blaming us when you done gone broke Rap's killing shit like Matt Dillon did in Gunsmoke I'm just fired up while you gettin' dried up like a ancho Chili but really still feelin' like I'm on my grind though So I'm creepin' like a rhino, coming off the exit ramp Northside Atlanta and I got it, want to get a gram Servin' out my window like a worker on a Checker stand Used to be a fan now they fucked it up and let me in Leather interior until they get another print Of my shoes, hit the runway inside my Chevy then Hit the gas till the moon we will never land Ain't nobody fuckin' with Slumerican put that on my Chevy
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[Bridge: Yelawolf & DJ Paul] Yeah ho Dj Paul, Yelawolf Motherfucker Turn it motherfucking up Bitch!
[Verse 3: Yelawolf] Walk to the mall like fuck you Give me that Mickey D Super Sized Got a fresh pair of J's like two new crack heads Shoelaces like footloose, bounce on it Coffee table full of shake and they breakin' up an ounce on it Tweakers and the clique gettin' high as a brimstone Thrown from the tip of the volcano, they sip on Lean some of them lean on the wall and limp home Steam mellowin' out of a Chevrolet Enzo I put the house on it Have a seat bitch put the couch on it Take a sigh bitch I put the south on it Take a ride in the 1989 You talkin' shit I might put the crowd on it It would be another Yelawolf hate ground Butter on the seats like country crop But I fuckin' ain't no country crop Puts fear in the heart of a country cop Everytime that I get fuckin' stopped Boy them some nice wheels but you better turn the music down Cause it ain't the big city Ran off the law with nothin' but a ticket From a fuckin' hick with a stick and midget dealin' with midget and bowtieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
