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pretty ricky - chevy (clean) lyrics

[intro: sl!ck’em]
yeah, haha
it’ll make you mad
comin’ live from the 305, woo
it’s what they do, baby
this song goes out to all my dope riders
my chevy riders on them 24’s with the spinnin’ hubcaps, baby
y’all know what time it is

[chorus: pleasure p & sl!ck’em]
26’s on my chevy (my chevy), chrome on my chevy (my chevy)
candy on my chevy (my chevy), blades on my chevy
dudes on my chevy (my chevy), girls in my chevy (my chevy)
screens in my chevy (my chevy), shove in my chevy

[post+chorus: pleasure p & baby blue]
i’m so high
i’m so high (did i stutter? i’m a chevy boy)

[verse 1: baby blue & sl!ck’em]
man, i ride so high that i make dual trucks look low when i’m sittin’ on 24’s
matter fact that was a year ago, now i’m ridin’ on 26’s, your boy, yeah, kelly rowland
in the back of my seats, man, six+four when i’m hittin’ them switches
seven+trey sittin’ on deep dishes, s500 with the lg kit, mane
i’m doin’ numbers so don’t try to screw me, track already screwed and i’m eatin’ like snoopy
i got a pocket full of bread, girl, stop actin’ scared ’cause i’m tryna get you cutie
interior louis, please don’t stank my seat with your foochie, excuse me
that ain’t gucci
but i ain’t mad at a foochie gucci, because i gotta compli+miss your booty
(now blue, you know you wrong for that) sl!ck, hol’ up
i’m baby blue, woah, male gigolo, get up on the low, tint on my window
rims low, i ride slow, forever flossin’, you don’t know?
[chorus: pleasure p & sl!ck’em]
26’s on my chevy (my chevy), chrome on my chevy (my chevy)
candy on my chevy (my chevy), blades on my chevy
dudes on my chevy (my chevy), girls in my chevy (my chevy)
screens in my chevy (my chevy), shove in my chevy

[post+chorus: pleasure p & spectacular]
i’m so high
i’m so high (ooh, yeah, yeah, ridin’ in my chevy, yeah)

[verse 2: spectacular]
you could call me bigfoot when i’m in my donk
’72 chevy with the shove in the trunk
suede on the seats with the suicide doors
neon light to make the dashboard glow
paint swirled up like apple pie
sayin’, “hi,” ’cause super+sized all the time
two seconds will get me from zero to sixty
i ain’t pullin’ over, you better come get me
girls go wild when i’m on the scene
my seat belt buckle got tv screens
bluestar stuck all ‘cross the glass
and you could hear them pipes when i hit the gas

[verse 3: sl!ck ’em]
now what ya hatin’ for? (what ya hatin’ for?) is it the ’75? (is it the ’75?)
on them glass rims (on them glass rims), with the chrome trim (with the chrome trim)
the way i roll up (roll up), calm and laid back (laid back)
just hit a b+tton, drop the top, i know they hate that
keep smell of fear, let’s make it clear, these players ain’t real, they counterfeit
needs some lysol ’cause pretty ricky, ricky, ricky, ricky is the shh, yeah
cutlass skatin’, vibratin’, got the street shakin’
“sl!ck, what that is?” nothin’ but them 12s quakin’, player

[post+chorus: pleasure p]
i’m so high
i’m so high

- pretty ricky lyrics

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