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letra de chevys on the low - kasinova the don

[intro: kasinova the don]
haha

[pre-chorus: mr. bo’z tha spokesman]
yeah, if you know you love that, then uh
come on, clap (come on, clap)
come on, clap (come on, clap, come on clap)
i make it rain 10 stacks, baby, make that -ss clap
make it clap (make it clap, make it clap)
you know we drivin’ them

[chorus: mr. bo’z tha spokesman]
chevys on the low, candy paint chrome wheels
(chevy–chevys on the low, candy paint chrome wheels)
them chevys on the low, candy paint chrome wheels
(chevy–chevys on the low, candy paint chrome wheels)

[verse 1: kasinova tha don]
n-gg-, lock me up, and throw away the key
it’s kinda crazy how they did the homie t.i.p
and stray strapped, f-ck ’em all, watch ’em scream in terror
motherf-ckers see your face when they look in the mirror
we went from bats to macs, from hoochies to cadillacs
to heavy artillery, loaded weapons, we all strapped
pop your melon, you yellin’, visit mysterious places
villain demons, you screamin’, seeing these furious faces
like makaveli, i’ma bomb first
private calls on the celly, it’s time to put in work
even obama got his mind on the dirty south
and hillary taking chances just to take him out
man, it’s time for the grand finale, i’m still flossing
balling in my tintinalli, you know we tossin’
easily, give me the keys to my lambourghini
95 high, popo never see me

[verse 2: mr. bo’z tha spokesman]
high rollin’, the mr. ’bout to strike like bowling
the gr-ss on my lawn keeps growing
if shawty want to ride me, she need no token
her pupils dilate because the x got her open
too bad the next morning she’ll be moping
’cause by the crack of dawn i’m on the next thing smoking
i’ll be back in queens, purple haze and then patrón and
mr bo’z too hard to swallow, stop choking
just know that i was chosen, boy, i’m here to be a beast
i plant you underground like you’re here to be a leaf
i’m in your b-tch mouth like i’m here to see her teeth
i get your boy touched like i’m here to be a priest
i’m spitting like a monster, all the horror unleashed
you’ll be like “mr. bo’z, you’re giving me the creeps” (ahh)
so if you wanna come visit for a week
you can find me out in south-side p-ssin’ on the street
won’t you get up out your seat?

[verse 3: kasinova tha don]
collectin’ loot off the booth, got my troops in black coupes
invading small towns, scar-heads in timb boots
chevy riding low, so i shake the madness
we leave ’em all swole when they face the ratchet
man, i grind like a b-tch when she ready to pee
or a n-gg- with dry-mouth, trippin’ off e
against the belly of the beast, i’m a motherf-cking animal
don’t let me handle you, you couldn’t picture what the cannon do

[verse 4: mr bo’z]
yo, cl-ssics, i make that, haters, they hate that
i’ll be where the cake at, plus i never fake jacks
now, if you can’t get the picture, i’ll paint that
i’m ’bout to close a n-gg- drapes, no maybach
i’ll make your head lay back, no wave-cat
and if you got a gl-ss jaw, i’ll break that
i’ll be smoking nothing but the purple haze sack
b-mping like a dre track, while i count haystacks

- kasinova the don

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