Chuck Lyrics - Chevy Woods

Big house, 4 whips, hella tattoos 

Smoke good and ya bitch think I'm bad news 

Bout to go nuts, nigga, Cashews 

Promoter asked me if I'm booked, I said I'm past due 

Maserati look mean and it's fast too 

Cinderella bout to get that bitch some glass shoes 

Niggas acting mushy like cat food 

Niggas acting pussy like cats do 

Get a little money nigga, thats cool 

For putting ya niggas on, yeah you really that dude 

Smoking 2 L's, living large 

See my watch and wanna know how much it really cost 

AP that's an Audemar 

Agents callin' bitch I'm ballin' like I'm Stoudemire 

Store running out of papers cause I bought 'em all 

Niggas claiming that they Taylor's but they not at all 

Not far from the tree thats where the apple fall 

Say the wrong words so guys knock ya apple off 

No sweetener straight apple sauce 

Doing movie roles, rapper slash actor dog 

I'm not a star, somebody lied 

I'm rollin' weed up in my car 

And getting high 

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If I die today, remember me like Jimi Hendrix 

Butt-ass naked covered in all bad bitches 

Chevy! 

I'm praying for you niggas 

I put that on my Rosary 

Flash like diamonds, tell me what you tryna see 

Us high beams, this just a pinky though 

Washing machine work, I keep a couple lows 

Foreign bitch, she don't even talk 

She just drop the money off and got a sexy walk 

365, no days off 

Shit, I'm the reason they say hard work pays off 

28 to 56 is what I learn first 

Parks Bonifay, you see just how that work surf 

Oh I'm on some big shit, Notorious 

Get you some gunplay bastard - inglorious 

I got the top chopped off riding Ichabod 

Head riding shotgun, oh thats your broad 

Bright lights, dead Charlie 

Ignorant white, Bill O Reilly 

Photos 

I'm kinda high 

They looking for me, I was probably in the sky 

I'm always fried when I hop in that double S 

I can be there in a minute 

Pepsi blue, I'm the ice cube riding in it 

Lightly tinted, I be ghost 

Blowing smoke, calling them bitches up 

Dick 'em down when I pick 'em up 

Never keep 'em close 

Hit 'em and then I switch 'em up 

Audemars bruh, Wizzle ridin' in Pick up trucks 

On that puff bus, tough luck you dumb fucks 

Never came up, while we riding on planes bruh 

Yeah we counting hundreds 

A lot of hundreds, these niggas know that we run it 

We never blunted 

Smoking them raws cause we raw 

Never flaw, flyest you ever saw 

Real life we riding real cars 

Hustle hard for muscle cars 

F-ck the best broads 

Blowin' O's at all cost 

Natural born stars, what they sayin', yeah! 

(Sayin' yeah) 

Taylor Gang Or Die 

Wizzle