u.s.a. - chevy woods lyrics
counting money, burning dope
shout out my uncle juice
uh, my n-gg- jerz
uh, sh-t that we do ain’t like the sh-t that y’all n-gg-s be doin’ man
uh, it’s real rap
uh, fly n-gg- with a 900 dollar scarf off for no f-cking reason
i’ll f-ck you, yeah
speed into that money v tweezy no roof own it
see me in that red cool aid the coop homie
tell my hitman haller, you know you that yelling ball gangs
switching up my style, all you n-gg-s for years, long change
style for friends, she don’t speak my top
that flag on the left side, i know you see the vossy
some ghetto n-gg- with them 40’s out
you n-gg-s semi wanna do it, we got auties out
taylor gang, yeah you know my n-gg-s party hard
got your b-tch’s t-tties out and this ain’t mardi gras
all hands from the hood say that’s a cool guy
i guess they see my jewels when i ride back
champagne sipping with your b-tch she know what’s up
so tell them n-gg-s we don’t give a f-ck
and we gettin’ all this money so it’s kind of hard not to know the size
that paper’s straight, no it ain’t folding up
40 seconds floor, view from the roof
20 dollars uncle skin, i’ll wipe the shoes on the coop
i got b-ss in my trunk and i ain’t talking kickers
just came from the connect i’m a young wild n-gg-
back on when ray had that 5 point 0 bowling ball
this is way back in i ain’t even know what y’all
a couple n-gg-s from my hood say you don’t need to throw
you ever seen a key? my jewelry water, get a boat
a couple n-gg-s out here rackin’, they already know
if i wanna ri like baby i can make it snow
anywhere that you wanna blow
this my city i can take you where you wanna go
champagne sipping with your b-tch she know what’s up (real n-gg- man)
so tell them n-gg-s we don’t give a f-ck (i put that on my hood my n-gg-)
and we gettin’ all this money so it’s kind of hard not to know the size
that paper’s straight, no it ain’t folding up
in due time n-gg-s will understand
some difference between us and them
i don’t think it needs a explanation of
cuz in due time these n-gg-s will understand
tgod
and i’m champagne sipping with your b-tch she know what’s up
so tell them n-gg-s we don’t give a f-ck
and we gettin’ all this money so it’s kind of hard not to know the size
that paper’s straight, no it ain’t folding up
tgod
tgod
tgod
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