Thrill Da Playa Yo Chevy (Remix) текст песни, слова песни Yo Chevy (Remix) Thrill Da Playa & T-Pain, Doughboy
Thrill Da Playa - Yo Chevy (Remix)
feat. T-Pain, Doughboy
Checkin in with my man Thrill Da Playa
Your Chevy Remix, it's goin down right here
T-Pain on the track
Your hood to my hood
I'm a dog with a Chev'
Throw your keys up (Your Chevy)
Get your paint wet
It's goin down right here man
This is Your Chevy
All my boys with a Chevy, your hood to my hood (Your Chevy)
It's goin down right here
Thrill Da Playa... let's go
[Chorus 1:]
Your Chevy don't drop like mine
Don't be thinking ya got the block like mine
Your Chevy don't drop like mine
Don't be thinking ya got the block like mine
[Thrill Da PLaya:]
His girlfriend love my Chevy
Her boyfriend hate my Chevy
I heard him and all his boys gon' try and take my Chevy
And mutiliate my Chevy, strip it, gut it, burn it up
But they all don't seem they care like Joe I tell em turn me up
A lil bit louder now let's mixture all the haters, hear me
I got no route, let's claim, send them hoes and haters with me
Thrill Da Playa, Dubal County, raised, born and thrill
Take it how you want it, take it playa how you wanna play it
Cause your Chevy don't drop like mine
The paint, the wood, the talk, the hust', the wheels
He'll be beepin down the block like mine
He ain't nothin but a natty seats SS
They ain't nothin but them sonys in the headrest
My Chevy stay fresh, you know I keep em tight
I'm Thrill Da Playa dog, that's just what the ladies like
[Chorus 2:]
Your Chevy don't drop like mine [x2]
And don't be beating down the block like mine
(Don't be beatin beatin beatin)
Your Chevy don't drop like mine [x2]
And don't be beating down the block like mine
(Don't be beatin beatin beatin)
[T-Pain:]
I make my, I make my, I make my, I got a thing for Caprices (Oh no)
My rims taller then my nephews and nieces (Two-four's you know)
I got a 350 engine with a mid-sized cam
I like candy and big wheels so a kid I am
Like damn, the three-o-five heads on that thang
My four twelves shake the ground so they scared of that thang
I hit the scene so clean with my shirt buttoned up
I know it hurt because the rims and the skirt is buttoned up
And no, your Chevy ain't quite like mine
You ain't got the trail to hit the matching bike like mine
Aay, I switch out, I get out, and I ain't gotta fit in
My outfit will make you flip out like uh ohhh
[Chorus 2]
[Doughboy:]
Dough Boy, tell me what it is pimpin
Old school chrome, how I'm dippin the same color and pop eyes
Spin it when I'm in it, lay back, I'm sittin
Spreewells spinnin, right into the double shot of Henney
Brown as a penney, how my seats look
450 motor eatin up the road like beef when it's cooked at a barbecue
Listen to the sounds of my Impala booty
Aqua blue wet and sticky like I used a lotta glue
If your Chevy was like mine, them bitches would follow you
But looks like they don't, cause you ain't got no funk
And that ain't what they want
Them solo berries sound like a gorilla trying to get on my trunk
Yeah
[Chorus 2]
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