Lyrics of Bowties


pochette album Bowties
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(verse 1: yelawolf)

I'm in the black chevrolet with no tags
Got doors on this bitch like a school bus
Hop on in motherfucker
Take you for a ride with a loaded ruger
So cold that i might need a coat rag
Look bitch you only need two puffs
That's crystal meth catfish billy smokin' hoopla
All around the south i blow cash
That ain't leather that's nubuck
You ain't really ballin' ruthless
You ain't rollin' up on a new truck
I'm all about the glock fuck no jag
I got this bitch on four's like two plus
Two and this bitch is lubed up
Treat mc's like a new slut
Yeah bitch i'm outtie
Five go tell yo' pap' that his boy's said howdy
You want to make it rain but would i, i doubt it
These hoes are bad weather, always cloudy
I'm a kill these bitches dig these ditches and
Rocks up out this chevy trunk before you dead and lost
Cause we peelin' off in that red bugatti with bowties


(oh, oh!) just me and that chevrolet (bowties)
(oh, oh!) with a motherfuckin' attitude (bowties)
(oh, oh!) you don't want to see that pistol wave (bowties)
(oh!) me and that box running up clean and smooth (bowties)

(verse 2: rittz)

All black chevy i'm a take it to the car show
Shouldn't drink and drive but i got some chronic at my condo
Blonde ho, with me 'bout to fuck no time for convo'
Want it because i let her hit the chronic and the blanco
Long stroke, i'm a swing the wheel like a golf pro
Hit it from the back she look behind and saw my charm glow
I took a picture of her pussy for affective feeling
So she got the steppin' like she love me through the mind boat
Back inside my seat my speakers beatin' like a bongo
Bumpin' box chevy me and 'wolf a perfect combo
Anyone want it with us can get it they beggin' for attention
Like miley cyrus when she twerking let her tongue show, dumb though
Why you blaming us when you done gone broke
Rap's killing shit like matt dillon did in gunsmoke
I'm just fired up while you gettin' dried up like a ancho
Chilling but really still feelin' like i'm on my grind though
So i'm creepin' like a rhino, coming off the instagram
Northside atlanta and i got it, want to get a gram
Servin' out my window like a burger want a drink, it's ten
Use a better pad now they fucked it up and let me in
Leather interior until they get another print
Of my shoes, hit the runway inside my chevy then
Hit the gas till the moon we will never land
Ain't nobody fuckin' with slumerican put that on my chevy


(verse 3: yelawolf)
Walk to the mall like fuck you
Give me that mickey d super sized
Got a fresh pair of j's like two new crack heads
Shoelaces like spud loose, bounce on it
Coffee table full of shake and they breakin' up an ounce on it
Tweakers on the hip gettin' high as a brimstone
Thrown on the tip of a ball handle the symphone
Lean some of them lean on the wall and limp home
Steam mellowin' out of a chevy enzo
I put the house on it
Have a seat bitch put the couch on it
Take a sigh bitch i put the south on it
Take a ride on the one i-89
You talkin' shit i might put the crowd on it
It would be another yelawolf hate ground
Butter on the seats like country crop
But i fuckin' ain't no country crop
Puts fear in the heart of a country cop
Everytime that i get fuckin' stopped
Boy those some nice wheels but you better turn the music down
Cause it ain't the big city
Ran off the law with nothin' but a ticket
From a fuckin' hick with a stick and midget dealin' with midget and bowtie


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