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Candy drippin

On the chevy

Caprice classic,


I do the fool

Watch me clown

It's dat caprice music

It goes down


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

Cocked up on 24's

Heavy on da net

You know me

So many chains on I'm bout to OG

350 what it is

I see u gripin when that?? get big

I be stuttin on dat ass

Screen up pop out the dash

Beep beep who got the keys to the caprice(neeroom)

4/50 engine is obese

Pull up pulled by 25 freeks

I play for keeps



Television wood wheels

Sun roof push back

Take boys to school on these slabs

I'm a class act

One boppa,

Two boppa,

Three boppa,


Welcome to the chevy when I let up the doors

Sippin and smokin

Gotta pass that

Take five puffs then pass 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

Aint nobody flossin like this I swear!

Presidential tint

Bang in the trunk

Pistols everywhere got me fuc*ed up

? drop the beat

I lace the track

I'm a fool wit it (fool wit it)

Like twisty black

Wip game vicious

My car look delicious

So much candy on the car

It's re-goddamn-diculous



One boppa,

Two Boppa,

Three boppa,


One boppa,

Two boppa,

Three boppa,

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