Tum Tum - Caprice music lyrics

Huh Hey (Chorus) Candy drippin On the chevy Caprice cla**ic Already I do the fool Watch me clown Its dat caprice music It goes down (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) (Chorus) One boppa Two Boppa Three boppa Four One boppa Two boppa Three boppa Four