Huh
Hey
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Candy drippin
On the chevy
Caprice cla**ic
Already
I do the fool
Watch me clown
Its dat caprice music
It goes down
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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
co*ked 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 a**
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
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Television wood wheels
Sun roof push back
Take boys to school on these slabs
Im a cla** act
One boppa
Two boppa
Three boppa
Four
Welcome to the chevy when I let up the doors
Sippin and smokin
Gotta pa** that
Take five puffs then pa** 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
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One boppa
Two Boppa
Three boppa
Four
One boppa
Two boppa
Three boppa
Four