Trick Daddy - Chevy Smile lyrics

{*screw voice: "Hustlenomic$!"*} [Intro: Trick Daddy] + (Yung Joc) Pull out the Chevrolets n***a (Well if they gon' put 'em out, what year they need to pull out Trick?) Pull out the 71's, 72's & seven-treys n***a (Haha, well tell 'em who ya is shawty) The Don Dada, the dump riders, yours truly (that right) Trick Daddy Dollars~! (See what did, I said, I'ma go get a real n***a who know 'bout muh'f**in Chevy) (Inside and out from the motherf**in digi-dash, to the motherf**in pipes) You better believe it (hehe, you know who it is) (Trick Daddy, Yung Joc, let's go) [Chorus: Yung Joc] + (Trick Daddy) I like the way (I like the way) the grill on my Chevrolet smile I like the way (I like the way) the rims on my Chevy go round I like the way (I like the way) the top on my Chevy go down I like the way (I like the way) the Chevy make the girls go wild [Yung Joc] 6-4 Chevrolet, S-S-M Twenty-fo' of suntan, thatat fresh pimp You think I'm ridin peanut bu*ter, naw that's chocolate chip I love the way the paint drip, love the way the paint flip Head got the antique step, fishbowl lamp Fo'-fifteen beatin with the two stolen amps Move away with the bu*terfly, do's on suicide Five percent tint keep them hoes guessin who inside Now the neighbors mad cause my feet down low Now the haters mad cause they freaks down low Yeah the color scheme match these new Gucci loafers Plastic on the seats like my grandmama sofa [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] I got the work to match the hard top, fresh out of supermart And e'rywhere I go they follow the car show Yo, I hit a right, they hit a right I hit the gas and leave they a** 'bout fo' or five lights Gettin followed by these bougie broads, because they like the car They dig my swag, too bad b**h, this ain't for y'all This for them 'bout it b**hes, all about the dollar b**hes Independent, but love f**in with real n***as This for my thug n***as, gettin rich drug dealin My trap stars with big walls and fast cars Dunk ridin, trunk poundin, gla**-housin Now that's some real down South sh** [Chorus] [Yung Joc] Got the grill on my Chevy like TV juggins Smile so bright, you can see me comin Say you wanna race, playboy we can run it Say you got a Hemi, my Chevy'll out run it I hope you got navigation cause pimpin you lost Police thank you smokin good, that's just my exhaust Betta get some antifreeze and let you sh** cool off Minks on my flo' b**h, take your shoes off Treat my Chevy like a 'llac, dont slam my do's I'm ridin like a mack, backseat full of hoes I got a kush pack, we gon' blow this whole O Matter fact, let your seat back and ride out slow [Chorus] [Jazze Pha] Come chill with me if you wanna see what I'm ridin on (Ay Jazze look what I'm ridin on playboy) I might even take you home (y'all know who I be man) I might even take you home (it's your boy Big Block man) (The Eastside Chevy rider) [Outro: Yung Joc] In my Chevy (What'chu ridin on?) Dubs (What'chu ridin on?) Dueces (What'chu ridin on?) Tres (What'chu ridin on?) Fo's (What'chu ridin on?) Sixes (What'chu ridin on?) Eights (What'chu ridin on?) 30's (What'chu ridin on?) That's the way I stay {Ay Joc, tell the truth though playboy} (What'chu ridin on?) Dubs (What'chu ridin on?) Dueces (What'chu ridin on?) Tres (What'chu ridin on?) Fo's (What'chu ridin on?) Sixes (What'chu ridin on?) Eights (What'chu ridin on?) You can call me a Chevyweight!