[Intro - spoken]
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Yup yup, yup. How ya doin' today? Lemme crank you up a lil' bit.
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Chevy, I love you baby. Let's ride around today. How do you feel?
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I feel good too. Let's ride around and see if we can't pick up...you know...Catfish.
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[Verse 1]
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Look I don't really know, how you feel about steppin' in to my car to roll.
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How do you feel about lettin' me drop this money roll on ya?
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But I don't do that dough, maybe meet me halfway baby if you're really (gonna) cut, (gonna) what (gonna) take me down the road, experience something new that I've never seen before.
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Give me a song to sing to. You could be the one to hold my secrets. Girl my lips are closed (I need it)
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You (peep it) I (believe it) cars (clean) and so (come see this)
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[Chorus]
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My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams,
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and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
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This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
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well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
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Tilted off Jim Bean, sittin low to the side I lean,
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and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
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My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams
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well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
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[Verse 2]
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You know I like the way you look when you get a wax down.
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You sparkle in the street like, when we pass by rollin' around town.
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Your spokes are beautiful too, how many of those do you got on you?
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Original hubcaps shine naturally got swagger.
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And true, you used to be in the junkyard, sittin' by your lonesome till I got up in you once and changed you up now everybody hollerin' "I want some!"
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But I ain't one to share, I don't mind if you crowd around and stare.
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Custom will get you cut from the women that's on the prowl for a car that's rare.
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[Chorus]
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My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams,
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and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
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This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
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well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
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Tilted off Jim Bean, sittin' low to the side I lean,
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and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
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My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams
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And I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
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[Outro with engine noises]
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So you had a good day, huh? I know, I know. Me too.
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We really did our thing. We really did our thing tonight, Chevy.
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That's right. You love me? Shit, I love you too, chill out.
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I might have to put you in park. You buggin'.
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You wanna go back out? Yo man, my lil' buddy. My lil' Chevy!
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You my lil' buddy? Yeah...Chevy box. Ya already know...Yelawolf, Catfish Billy...my Box Chevy.
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Off the top. Love your car...love my car. Yep, yep...my Box Chevy...You got anything you wanna say Chevy?
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My Box Chevy, Pt. 1
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Yelawolf |