Yelawolf - My box Chevy pt 2 | Текст песни

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[Verse 1]
Once upon a time in a land of 'Bama
I met a little girl with a bent antenna

I was on the skateboard cruisin' by (when I)
Seen her in the yard with a sale sign
Didn't have a dollar to take her to dinner
All I really wanted was a chance to get her
Went to my piggy bank shoebox then skated right back and put my (bid up)

(Look) I know you want 3 for her (But I got 25 hundred in cash)
Please nobody better deserves (To sit up on a box chevy like that)
Not a stall, not a pause, not a chirp when I turned the key, man, everything worked
And I think I gotta new girlfriend (Black on black white ball dessert)

[Hook]
My box chevy thats my girlfriend
She's always ready, always ready to run
Box Chevy, thats my baby
Body so clean
I'm leanin' back in my box
Chevy thats my girlfriend
She's always ready, always ready to run
Box Chevy, thats my baby
Body so clean
I'm leanin' back in my box

[Verse 2]
Hello little baby, you're lookin' like a 10 with that there wax on
Funny how I never thought about another love, like uhh (Cadillac on route)
Or uhh (...)
At night I'm crazy, but little buddy you're such a lady (Gotta put rose pedals on your dashboard)
You never let me down, when we go to town
And you gotta beautiful sound, out the back of the pipes you breathe (Rum t-t-tum tum yessiree)
You never wanna get there in a hurry
You can run a corner with no swerving
I pull up and hop out of her lap quick with the AC blowin' out them snow flurries
(Cold in the woods, storms in the winter)
I just let her run under the hood
Let her get warm and then I enter
Can I re-introduce my buddy
Try not to let her get ugly
But if I gotta hit a ditch and dip this bitch
I'll leave a piggy muddy

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
This is is my box, this ain't no Maybach
Ballers say "Why Yeler?"
Yeler says "Why not?"
Do it for time watch
My whip is timeless my address says classic address my box is your highness

Roll around the city with my girl
Come on everybody give me my love
I know it wanna make you hurl, so I keep a brown paper bag in the glove (...)
My bitch is better, whatever, baby
They hate greatness greatly my lady
(They can't persuede me to put in suede seats take off my hubcaps, that just ain't me)
Here we go again you and I ride.. off into the sun of an Alabama sky
Rum t-t tum tum, say bye bye!

[Hook]

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