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deacon the villain & sheisty khrist - chevrolet doors (extended mix) lyrics

hook [deacon]

(all day)
all day, ere’day, doing it the chevy way
slammin’ em chevrolet doors
(everyday) x 2
weaving through the game
move through every lane

(all day)
all day, ere’day, riding through the airwaves
slammin’ em chevrolet doors
weaving through the game
old school, heavy frame, yeah

first verse [deacon]

i’m caprice cl-ssic, feeling cavalier
in the night sky, cold hangin’ like a chandelier
light up the sky when i’m ridin’ through the stratosphere
n-gga we outta here, the rest of yall is out of gear
forget gas i could run on fumes
could find through the hubble havin fun on moons
got nos in the tank, nasty nas in the deck
make ya movements seem idle when we charge down the stretch
wherever you turn, ladies pullin’ uweeze
flashin’ in the fast lane, showin us they rubies
i’ve earned stripes from these talledega nights mane
if you ain’t fast keep yo -ss in the right lane
i’m in the sky, making it rain on dirt roads
hangin’ with the satellites, watching the earth roll
chevrolet doors ky on the plate
this for my kyliens, back to sp-ce, c’mon

hook

second verse [mino sl!ck]

kylien, floating in the my sp-ce shuttle
cooler than drew breez in the saints huddle
i’m known the make the bank double
i bang packs but this rap that’s my mane hustle
no lames in my lane
ss chevy paint job cocaine
plus i’m draped in the polo
dress so fresh i should take me a photo
hold yo applause you are far to kind
bird to the law when i fall through shining
shaft on the dash, got screens on deck
the bops go crazy when the king’s on deck
top back, seats reclined
sweet lit, it’s reefer time
so can i please get a peace of mind
i’m on cloud nine tryna ease my mind like….

hook

third verse [sheisty]

heaven knows
ain’t nothing like a 7-4 chevy with the gold trues and vogues
f-ck your shoes and clothes you dudes snooze i’d rather cruise the coast
hit the beach sip some booze and toast
gut your oldsmobile i’m like the coldest n-gga holding the wheel
the closest thing to really holding the steel
when i’m rolling with the top down it look like i’m posing ill
everybody stop frozen still
what you say rae the sun don’t freeze?
we ride this motherf-cker till it run on e
deacon’s blowing smoke like it run on tree
i got the wind in my hair and the sun on me
ain’t a n-gga alive can front on me
ain’t a motherf-cking n-gga alive can stunt on me
i’m so high in clouds i’m angelic
might as well blow the blunt on me. have one on me

- deacon the villain sheisty khrist lyrics

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