a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

empty bottles - chevy woods lyrics

[intro]
(excuse me, my good brother, i been meanin’ to ask you for some advice)

[chorus: wiz khalifa]
uh, leave it to me
rollin’ up weed, i keep it g as can be
keep somethin’ bad right in my seat
then them n-gg-s talk down but they can’t even compete
see your dream car ridin’ down the street
sh-t i got on might be unreleased
them n-gg-s ain’t who they claim to be
they just watch us every day, safe to say they just wanna-be’s

[verse 1: chevy woods]
make somethin’ out of nothin’, perfected joints that i’m puffin’
i like my raps with substance, i prolly hit your cousin
i get it and split it equal, keep thuggin’ it with my people
hit once, she want the sequel
she call me cause she don’t need you
she always text me a preview, backseat of the [?]
i brought her that brand new see-through
she understand how we do
she want me to danny glover, she said that this weapon’s lethal
i’m knowin’ that she don’t miss you
you thought that shorty’s a keep
she tryna flatter me like right now, i’m likin’ her style
plus i ain’t had that bad lil’ thing in a while
i had to rap to her like 8-mile, i’m smellin’ like loud
married to the paper, been said my vows
count it up after i’m watchin’ it pile
i swear them hunnids keep on makin’ me smile
i’m out here ballin’, i ain’t tryna get fouled
you know the streets, though
gotta duck, plus keep the heat low
my shooters good like a curry free-throw, yeah, mm

[verse 2: chevy woods]
still ballin’, triple double, james harden
sh-t goin’ on ’round the way, got moms callin’
my man fresh home from a body, dropped all charges
told his girl that he ain’t goin’ back, hope he ain’t promise
i’m still nice like drew brees after the chargers
i’m no saint, another drink cause she on the way
they gotta pay a n-gg- andele
could give a f-ck what your honor say
birthday, i want all the cake
rental cars and wisconsin plates
you sent your money, then it’s on the way
it’s on my mind so i gotta get it
i pulled up and spent a grip at l
you broke and tryna juggle different b-tches
i’m tryna double up and live terrific
ain’t talkin’ christmas boy, my hustle igfted
she know she on my hit-list
another joint, i’m elevator lifted
can’t go to court, we tryna get the witness
that p-ssy second to my momma’s chicken

- chevy woods lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular