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Huh

Hey

Candy drippin

On the chevy

Caprice classic

Already

I do the fool

Watch me clown

Its dat caprice music

It goes down

So fly not a wrinkle

Hop up in the Chevy

Work the wood like my single

Dippin and swirvin

Me and Loc ya herd me

Spinnin thru tha grove

Cocked up on 24's

Heavy on da neck

You know me

So many chains on im bout to OG

350 what it is

I see u gripin when that ??

get big

I be stuntin on dat ass

Screens up pop out the dash

Beep beep who got the keys to the caprice (neeroom)

454 engine is obese

Pull up pulled by 25 freeks

I play for keeps

Television wood wheels

Sun roof push back

Take boys to school on these slabs

Im a class act

One boppa

Two boppa

Three boppa

Four

Welcome to the chevy when I let up the doors

Sippin and smokin

Gotta pass that

Take five puffs then pass it right back

Noise my protected

TBG’s up

53 B.I.G

D-D-D-D-Double up

Gangs all here

Leather on the chair

Ain’t nobody flossin like this I swear!

Presidential tint

Bang in the trunk

Pistols everywhere got me fuc*ed up

Milk drop the beat

I lace the track

Im a fool wit it (fool wit it)

Like twisted black

Wip game vicious

My car look delicious

So much candy on the car

Its re-goddamn-diculous

One boppa

Two Boppa

Three boppa

Four

One boppa

Two boppa

Three boppa

Four