Asaiah Ziv - Honda Civic lyrics

[Verse 1: Lee Williams] Oh, snap I'm ridin' in the Civic with the Bible on my lap I'm mashin' on the gas with a preacher preachin' that Lord please, take the wheel She smiles like Jezebal She like, "Boy, quit playin', that's Chanel" You got your weave out the window, I could tell She bad, bad and she knows it I mean real bad, the heart frozen We turn the heater up, the dash foggin' Make it back home in the mornin' And put my righteous deeds in the coffin Like the Pacquiao for hot boxin' We had to switch the full of flame torches [Hook: BraveART & AyeVee] (x2) Rollin' 'round the town up in my Honda Civic Hittin' all these missions in my Honda Civic Keepin' all my windows tinted, Honda Civic Treat it like a Porsche or BM-dub, that's just my Honda Civic [Verse 2: Asaiah Ziv] Lately I've been soul searchin' Lookin' for my purpose I believe if you believe we can dilute the surface But I left my box of Black and Milds in my Honda Civic Emptied out the swisher and we put some ganja in it I was learnin' hella, tryna get better with the craft Now everybody believe it And I been readin' hella Nowadays I don't even know what I choose to believe in But I been chillin' Chillin' in the Honda Civic Whippin', free yo' soul Don't let 'em take what you control Savvy [Hook: BraveART & AyeVee] (x2) Rollin' 'round the town up in my Honda Civic Hittin' all these missions in my Honda Civic Keepin' all my windows tinted, Honda Civic Treat it like a Porsche or BM-dub, that's just my Honda Civic