We use cookies to customize content and advertising, to provide social media features, and to analyze traffic to our site. We also share information about your use of our site with our trusted social media, advertising and analytics partners. Read more.

    Field Mob / Lyrics

    Playlist 1 Rate 0 Like & Share Print Email Play

    "Dead In Your Chevy" Lyrics

    Field Mob

    Rank: (−)
    −/5 from 0 users
    Charts: view all »
    Referring urls:view all »



    [Verse 1]
    Damn you done came up short again ain't uh
    Cause yo homeboy fought again ain't uh
    but is you hoe ready for folk to kick in yo door
    say that the jackers kickin yo hoe
    please give me the reason I'm fiendin to know
    why cheese missin in my flow
    givin low Z's for the four when the price is usually eight
    just keepin it real
    you was gettin half off and still came up a few grands short
    listen to you brag about yo days in the past
    when you was gettin paid livin lavish
    but that was way in the 70s
    its the best you pay me my fetti
    fore they find yo brain the a chevy
    all over the radio and ceiling
    and I'ma hate if for your children
    when my AK sprays wit yo dome
    cerebellum all over the passenger seat
    leavin you dead
    wit lead in yo head
    in yo red candy apple caprice

    [Chorus 2X]
    If you out there and you owe me
    Or been scared to get my fetti
    Or hate me cause I fuck and she wont even let you smell it
    Or if you see me doin dirt and feel its best you tell it
    You besta slow yo roll boy
    Or be found dead in yo Chevy

    [Verse 2]
    Wuz up, big mouth, big talk, big game
    I ain't pastor troy but it ain't no play it ain't no game
    wit a nigga like you runnin around town actin bulletproof
    be the one that get got get shot
    I got a big ole gun and ill use it too
    fool dont play dumb dont say Sean what you talkin about
    cause I'm talkin about this hoe I'm fuckin
    same hoe you lustin
    you hate that dont ya ummhumm
    damn let me bout to nut up
    uhuh okay wuz up shut up
    cause you ain't on my level
    you cubic zirconia guess who the bezzle
    she be lickin on the head and my peter
    while you be beggin to eat her
    better know yo role
    when I get pissed off then the four four blows
    and when the glock click hot shot spit
    then these hoes gon know

    [Chorus til fade]
    This song was submitted on June 28th, 2006 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Amin Anwar Miller, Darion T. Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Shawn T. Johnson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

    Songs you may also like

    • same album
    • same artist
    • popular on LSI
    • new on LSI


    leaderboard activity


    Facebook (0) LetsSingIt (0)