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Chevrolet Blazer, square body Back in the day, y'all, everybody down Old Shell Road felt me thumpin' Four twelves in the back, let 'em know I was comin' White dice, black ice, freshener All I cared about was impressin' her Had that rearview lean on her lipstick Thank God, she had a thing for misfits Black sheep, black Chevy Mobile, wasn't ready Bump, bumpin' the six-disc changer Bass kickin' like Texas Ranger She liked the way it shook I liked the way she looked Backseat, goin' far as she'd let me So now that I'm a dad, I feel bad for her daddy Black sheep, black Chevy Chrome bullet-hole rims on Bridgestones Mean limousine, tinted windows Like a pimp pullin' up at her house Her daddy in the yard yellin', "Turn that shit down" Truck train to the party Back it up, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Mamma prayin' for the day I was baptized Cops had my plate memorized Black sheep, black Chevy Mobile, wasn't ready Bump, bumpin' the six-disc changer Bass kickin' like Texas Ranger She liked the way it shook I liked the way she looked Backseat, goin' far as she'd let me So now that I'm a dad, I feel bad for her daddy Black sheep, black Chevy Black sheep, black Chevy Now that I'm a dad, I feel bad for her daddy
Writer(s): Peter Christian Good, Walker Hayes, Brandon Lloyd Ratcliff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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