Yeah, let me tell y'all something, it's 2020, and we about to go in so goddamn heavy
Like two-ass, big-ass, f*ckin' ridin' ass, dog-ass Chevys, and we know this shit is about
To be some music-iness in the street
So I sit back, unwind, and take a breath, I tell a motherf*cker, you better yell through
The shed
What you know about the top-notch dog I am
I am produced by the music everybody make, I've been down in Mobile, tryin' to hustle
Weight
Everybody wanna tell me that I'm so damn great, but I tell you what I am, just a man of God
Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me plottin' nine
What you know about the game, can you bring it forth to a motherf*ckin' table
Hell, yeah, we on, we gon' eat every day, and I'm proud of God
Motherf*cker, he gave me that 69
What you know about the motherf*ckers in this bitch
I love a bitch, but she don't really love my shit, she love the shit that we go through
Every day
I believe a motherf*cker really wanna f*ckin' spray, if you tell me that I never had shit
I'll tell you one thing, I'm about to be in this bitch, so damn loud, everybody wanna
Make it sick, but I'll tell you which way we goin' shit
Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me stunnin', I tell a motherf*cker that I'm up-top runnin'
Runnin' from the same shit you used to be, damn
Motherf*ckers know that I wear the f*ckin' crown, crown my head like King James, now
What you wanna see, can you believe this sound
Skeye Blu, Jimmi DaVinci comin' through the mic n
Now, bout to make a set and a motherf*ckin
Round
I don't know how many f*ckin' times I gotta be in this bitch, on these motherf*ckin' streets
Tryna provide for my whole f*ckin' family, cause I ain't got no peace of mind, I got
A f*ckin' G, and you know that shit, everybody hear it
What you wanna see me cross over, you the bitch, bitch I know you ain't nothin' but
A piece of mine, piece of ass every f*ckin' single f*ckin' time, and I know I lay it down
B
But I'm comin' hard, about to finish up a round, one in your guard, I'll tell you what
I want, but you better charge that shit to the game, cause I'm so damn hard
Skeye Blu - Ridin' A Chevy Lyrics
Skeye Blu - Ridin' A Chevy Lyrics
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Yeah, let me tell y'all something, it's 2020, and we about to go in so goddamn heavy
Like two-ass, big-ass, f*ckin' ridin' ass, dog-ass Chevys, and we know this shit is about
To be some music-iness in the street
So I sit back, unwind, and take a breath, I tell a motherf*cker, you better yell through
The shed
What you know about the top-notch dog I am
I am produced by the music everybody make, I've been down in Mobile, tryin' to hustle
Weight
Everybody wanna tell me that I'm so damn great, but I tell you what I am, just a man of God
Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me plottin' nine
What you know about the game, can you bring it forth to a motherf*ckin' table
Hell, yeah, we on, we gon' eat every day, and I'm proud of God
Motherf*cker, he gave me that 69
What you know about the motherf*ckers in this bitch
I love a bitch, but she don't really love my shit, she love the shit that we go through
Every day
I believe a motherf*cker really wanna f*ckin' spray, if you tell me that I never had shit
I'll tell you one thing, I'm about to be in this bitch, so damn loud, everybody wanna
Make it sick, but I'll tell you which way we goin' shit
Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me stunnin', I tell a motherf*cker that I'm up-top runnin'
Runnin' from the same shit you used to be, damn
Motherf*ckers know that I wear the f*ckin' crown, crown my head like King James, now
What you wanna see, can you believe this sound
Skeye Blu, Jimmi DaVinci comin' through the mic n
Now, bout to make a set and a motherf*ckin
Round
I don't know how many f*ckin' times I gotta be in this bitch, on these motherf*ckin' streets
Tryna provide for my whole f*ckin' family, cause I ain't got no peace of mind, I got
A f*ckin' G, and you know that shit, everybody hear it
What you wanna see me cross over, you the bitch, bitch I know you ain't nothin' but
A piece of mine, piece of ass every f*ckin' single f*ckin' time, and I know I lay it down
B
But I'm comin' hard, about to finish up a round, one in your guard, I'll tell you what
I want, but you better charge that shit to the game, cause I'm so damn hard
Like two-ass, big-ass, f*ckin' ridin' ass, dog-ass Chevys, and we know this shit is about
To be some music-iness in the street
So I sit back, unwind, and take a breath, I tell a motherf*cker, you better yell through
The shed
What you know about the top-notch dog I am
I am produced by the music everybody make, I've been down in Mobile, tryin' to hustle
Weight
Everybody wanna tell me that I'm so damn great, but I tell you what I am, just a man of God
Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me plottin' nine
What you know about the game, can you bring it forth to a motherf*ckin' table
Hell, yeah, we on, we gon' eat every day, and I'm proud of God
Motherf*cker, he gave me that 69
What you know about the motherf*ckers in this bitch
I love a bitch, but she don't really love my shit, she love the shit that we go through
Every day
I believe a motherf*cker really wanna f*ckin' spray, if you tell me that I never had shit
I'll tell you one thing, I'm about to be in this bitch, so damn loud, everybody wanna
Make it sick, but I'll tell you which way we goin' shit
Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me stunnin', I tell a motherf*cker that I'm up-top runnin'
Runnin' from the same shit you used to be, damn
Motherf*ckers know that I wear the f*ckin' crown, crown my head like King James, now
What you wanna see, can you believe this sound
Skeye Blu, Jimmi DaVinci comin' through the mic n
Now, bout to make a set and a motherf*ckin
Round
I don't know how many f*ckin' times I gotta be in this bitch, on these motherf*ckin' streets
Tryna provide for my whole f*ckin' family, cause I ain't got no peace of mind, I got
A f*ckin' G, and you know that shit, everybody hear it
What you wanna see me cross over, you the bitch, bitch I know you ain't nothin' but
A piece of mine, piece of ass every f*ckin' single f*ckin' time, and I know I lay it down
B
But I'm comin' hard, about to finish up a round, one in your guard, I'll tell you what
I want, but you better charge that shit to the game, cause I'm so damn hard
Writer: James Brear
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