Rick Ross - Chevy Anthem lyrics
rate me(Intro) <br /> <br />Remix! (Rick Ross) <br />Remix! (Rick Ross) <br />Remix! (Rick Ross) <br />Chevy Ridin High Boy (Yo Gotti) <br />Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross) <br />Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.) <br />Its Mon E. G. (Rick Ross) <br />Rickey Ross (Mon E. G.) <br />Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross) <br />Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.) <br />And Mon E. G. (Rick Ross) <br />Yo Gotti! (Yo Gotti) <br /> <br />(Yo Gotti) <br />I remember my first Chevy 73' <br />I was 17 ridin wit a whole B <br />It was money green, fat boy triple gold <br />Tha 20's era, right when we stop ridin fo's <br />Lamb'd up ride, 30 inch rims glide <br />6 feet off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see inside <br />Surround sound like a motion picture <br />aquafina rims got my ocean spinnas <br />Hit a button, car crank up <br />Notha button, do' lift up <br />People lookin, what tha fuck <br />What is that, a car or truck <br />Hit tha lot, drop tha top <br />Bitch jump in, late ta block <br />VIP done killed tha club, headed ta my otha spot <br />Mashin off 454, look like Im passin off <br />Rubba burnin, passin yawl <br />Rims damn near fallin off <br />Yo Gotti, hell naw I aint petty <br />So I wanna welcome my haters ta my 100 grand Chevy <br /> <br />(Chorus 2x) <br />Chevy ridin high boy (Mon E. G.) <br />My Chevy stay fly (Yo Gotti) <br />Got me and yo baby mama (Mon E. G.) <br />Sittin off in tha sky (Yo Gotti) <br />Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.) <br />Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti) <br />Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross) <br />No lie (Mon E. G.) <br />Its tha (Mon E. G.) <br />Chevy Anthem Remix, my Chevy Ridin High (Yo Gotti) <br />Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.) <br /> <br /> <br />(Mon E. G.) <br />Chevy ridin high, blue candy paint make my teeth hurt <br />30's on them low pros, gas brake skee skurt <br />Suicide doors wit tha stick in tha floor <br />My whole arm stay icy, keep my dick in ya whore <br />You dont really wanna race me at tha light, red green take flight <br />Glass packs loud pipes, tv's are too bright <br />Outta spite, Ima turn up tha sound ta drown ya music <br />Cocaine white charger, reminiscin tha Cool Whip <br />2 seconds done dipped, smashed out in tha glass house <br />West Coast mentallity, here ta switch drop tha ass out <br />Im out on errthang, underdog, deadly game, big block super fast, put that on errthang <br />You can call me Diddy like Sean, hit the bar team winnin <br />Feelin good like we winnin tha World Series in tha 9th innin <br />Free ya mind like John Lennon, interior blue lemon <br />Cuz Im true to every sentence ball out like tha Pistons <br /> <br /> <br />(Chorus 2x) <br /> <br /> <br />(Rick Ross) <br />I started sellin weed dreamin of a 7-3 <br />Dat didnt cut it so fuck it we out here sellin keys <br />Now my roof suede, and my seats gator <br />I aint want tints, I like to see haters <br />We rollin back to back, and we rollin slow <br />Whitney Houston wit me, nigga Im talkin blow <br />You suckas talkin slow, im talkin to who coppin mo <br />They talkin sideways, thats what tha choppas fo’ <br />Sittin on them silver datins, bumpin that bigga rankin <br />I blew out tha brains, fuck what them niggas thinkin <br />Multi-millionaire, started wit crack crumbs <br />So when you hear them glass packs, its time to act up <br /> <br /> <br />(Chorus 2x)<br /><br />
