Yelawolf - Box Chevy (Part 2) lyrics

[Intro] Hello Chevy Chevy? There you go Really? Well, listen to you You wanna go for a ride? Well lets go then [Verse 1: Yelawolf] Once upon a time in a land of 'Bama I met a little girl with a bent antenna I was on the skateboard cruisin' by (when I) Seen her in the yard with a sale sign (in her) Didn't have a dollar to take her to dinner All I really wanted was a chance to get her Went to my piggy bank shoebox then skated right back and put my (bid up) (Look) I know you want 3 for her (But I got 25 hundred in cash) Please nobody better deserves (To sit up on a box chevy like that) Not a stall, not a pause, not a chirp when I turned the key, man, everything worked And I think I gotta new girlfriend (Black on black white wall dessert) [Hook] My box chevy thats my girlfriend She's always ready, always ready to run Box Chevy, thats my baby Body so clean I'm leanin' back in my box Chevy thats my girlfriend She's always ready, always ready to run Box Chevy, thats my baby Body so clean I'm leanin' back in my box [Verse 2: Yelawolf] Hello little baby, you're lookin' like a 10 with that there wax on Funny how I never thought about another love, like uhh (Cadillac on chrome) Or a (another way to ride home) At night I'm crazy, but little buddy you're such a lady (Gotta put rose pedals on your dashboard) You never let me down, when we go to town And you gotta beautiful sound, out the back of the pipes you breathe (Rum t-t-tum tum yessiree) You never wanna get there in a hurry You can run a corner with no swerving I pull up and hop out of her lap quick with the AC blowin' out them snow flurries (Cold in the woods, storms in the winter) I just let her run under the hood Let her get warm and then I enter Can I re-introduce my buddy Try not to let her get ugly But if I gotta hit a ditch and dip this b**h I'll leave a piggy muddy [Hook] [Verse 3: Yelawolf] This is is my box, this ain't no Maybach Ballers say "Why Yeler?" Yeler says "Why not?" Do it for time watch My whip is timeless my address says cla**ic, address my box as your highness Roll around the city with my girl Come on everybody and meet my love I know it wanna make you hurl, so I keep a brown paper bag in the glove [?] My b**h is better, whatever, baby They hate greatness greatly my lady (They can't persuede me to put in suede seats take off my hubcaps, that just ain't me) Here we go again you and I ride, off into the sun of an Alabama sky Rum t-t tum tum, say bye bye! [Hook]