She Wanna Kick It In My Pimped Out Chevrolet Lyrics – Dem Franchize Boyz, Lloyd

It be Young Lloyd and Dem Franchize Boyz
We rippin’ it hard in them old skool toyz
Got my top down and my trunk out noise
We turnin’ heads now when we turn ’em out

Young Lloyd and Dem Franchize Boyz
We rippin’ it hard in them old skool toyz
We turnin’ heads!

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet
On 28’s with the kandy paint
Steady clippin’ while I’ m dippin’ on the interstates
Yeah, she can’t wait -LyricsRead.com

My top back with my beat down low
Runnin’ ’round the city, I don’t know where to go
I guess I pull up on the strip and turn a couple heads
A couple heads, turn a couple heads

I’m in a 6-9 Chevy, vert to the hood dunk
Who we ride with? Nigga, who knows?
Who I rhyme with? Nigga, two hoes
My girl got a girlfriend, yeah, I do those

28’s on the whip first
When I hit the block, I turn heads like, “That nigga here!”
I’m still rollin’ and the nigga still cruisin’
Hoes done chose and hoes still choosin’

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet
On 28’s with the kandy paint
Steady clippin’ while I’m dippin’ on the interstates
Yeah, she can’t wait -LyricsRead.com

My top back with my beat down low
Runnin’ ’round the city, I don’t know where to go
I guess I pull up on the strip and turn a couple heads
A couple heads, turn a couple heads

I bet you turn heads when you step out the pimpin’
Like your main course and all you hear is cameras flickin’
She ain’t like a real nigga, she don’t really like a square
In the bed turnin’ heads like a bottle o’ gin

She got a lift on and she keep her hair fixed
28 inches make it hard to stunt a bitch
She got a man but shawty wanna know
She wanna fuck and really keep it on the low, haha

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet
On 28’s with the candy paint
Steady clippin’ while I’m dippin’ on the interstates
Yeah, she can’t wait

My top back with my beat down low
Runnin’ ’round the city, I don’t know where to go
I guess I pull up on the strip and turn a couple heads
A couple heads, turn a couple heads

Women double take when they see me pushin’ that foreign
New skool bubble, but my old skool color orange
Shoes from a distance when they see me comin’ up
Old skool big block, 28’s mounted up

Pull a stop—uh, let the rims spin
Rims spin so hard, wheel three chicks in
Yo, we outtie, dirty—like where we goin’?
On the E-way, destination unknown

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet
On 28’s with the candy paint
Steady clippin’ while I’m dippin’ on the interstates
Yeah, she can’t wait -LyricsRead.com

My top back with my beat down low
Runnin’ ’round the city, I don’t know where to go
I guess I pull up on the strip and turn a couple heads
A couple heads, turn a couple heads

You can ride with me, shawty, no sense of direction
Let me spit game to ya, figure out your perfection
Do you like the bass knockin’ or the beat down low?
Do you get real sloppy, stroke the meat real slow?

Baby girl, lemme know, so I know how to go
I like it slow and sloppy, I done told you once before
Ayy, make no mistakes, go on a dinner date
Can’t wait—can we get started on the interstate?

She wanna kick it in my pimped out Chevrolet
On 28’s with the kandy paint
Steady clippin’ while I’m dippin’ on the interstates
Yeah, she can’t wait

My top back with my beat down low
Runnin’ ’round the city, I don’t know where to go
I guess I pull up on the strip and turn a couple heads
A couple heads, turn a couple heads

All right
‘Cause all I need to know
Is if you’re ridin’ with me, baby
And anywhere we can go, my lady