yelawolf - box chevy 7 lyrics
[intro]
oh, oh
get it, get it, get it
oh, oh
get it, get it, get it
oh, oh
get it, get it, get it
yeah
[verse 1]
if i see two maybachs, i’ma park it in the middle
throw my keys at the butler and then get ’em
no id, i’ma walk up through the middle
candy-coated whip like a pocket full of skittles
money in my pocket but i don’t know how to act right
glock in the glove box like a flashlight
cub in the mop-top in the backlight
zilla gorilla he’s a k!ller, that’s night night
legends in the fog
got me a chevy, baby, and i’ma let it crawl
got me a pack ready, and i’ma make a call
gettin’ your racks ready and maybe we can talk, y’all
know we get down motherf-ckers in niche, nashville done got beat up, yeah
talkin’ sh-t on the woozy got crack [?] just put his feet up
[pre-chorus]
we just bad motherf-ckers
bad motherf-ckers
some bad motherf-ckers better listen to the song
tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong
so give me that loc in the tone
they don’t got voice they ready
all night long let ’em mop
[chorus]
i hear ’em talkin’, gawkin’, when they see me walkin’
to my 1979, 1979 (box!)
i see you stalkin’, hawkin’, with your coffin
over my 1979, 1979 (box!)
you mad i can tell it, tell it, ’cause you jealous
over my 1979, 1979 (box!)
i pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin’
from my 1979
[verse 2]
if i get drunk i’ma leave her, pick her up tomorrow
don’t get behind the wheel if i’m pickin’ up a bottle
never roll the dice but, yeah i hit the lotto
swung to the dirt yeah livin’ by the motto
catfish billy trappin’ out the yamaco
rebel, i’m a rebel like david allen coe
kickin’ in a red pan, cooking that dough
[?] bite, no child no
legends in the fog
never go back to being broke not at all
gotta gold plaque up on the studio wall
i had to go back to get it from my papa
had to [?] til the sea up
or rest in peace to disaster, put the beat up
me and the chevy’s like pastors to jesus
[?] we just
[pre-chorus]
we just bad motherf-ckers
bad motherf-ckers
some bad motherf-ckers better listen to the song
tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong
so give me that loc in the tone
they don’t got voice they ready
all night long let ’em mop
[chorus]
i hear ’em talkin’, gawkin’, when they see me walkin’
to my 1979, 1979 (box!)
i see you stalkin’, hawkin’, with your coffin
over my 1979, 1979 (box!)
you mad i can tell it, tell it, ’cause you jealous
over my 1979, 1979 (box!)
i pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin’
from my 1979 (box!), 1979 (box!)
i hear ’em talkin’, gawkin’, when they see me walkin’
to my 1979, 1979 (box!)
i see you stalkin’, hawkin’, with your coffin
over my 1979, 1979 (box!)
you mad i can tell it, tell it, ’cause you jealous
over my 1979, 1979 (box!)
i pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin’
from my 1979 (from my, from my, from my)
[outro]
oh, oh
get it, get it, get it
oh, oh
get it, get it, get it
oh, oh
get it, get it, get it
oh, oh
get it, get it, get it
oh, oh
get it, get it, get it
1979
oh, oh
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