Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

[Verse 1:

I'm in the chevrolet with no tags
Got doors on bitch like a school bus
Hop on in
Take you for a with a loaded ruger
So cold that I might a coat rag
bitch you only need two puffs
That's crystal meth Catfish Billy hoopla
All the south I blow cash
That leather that's nubuck
You ain't really ruthless
You ain't rollin' up on a new
I'm all the Glock fuck no jag
I got this bitch on four's two plus
Two and this is lubed up
Treat like a new slut
Yeah bitch I'm
Five go tell yo' pap' that his said howdy
You want to make it rain but I, I doubt it
These are bad weather, always cloudy
I'm a these bitches dig these ditches and
Rocks up out chevy trunk before you dead and lost
we peelin' off in that red Bugatti with bowties

(Oh, oh!) just me and that (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) a motherfuckin' attitude (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) you don't to see that pistol wave (Bowties)
(Oh!) Me and that box running up and smooth (Bowties)

2: Rittz]

All black Chevy I'm a take it to the car
Shouldn't and drive but I got some chronic at my condo
Blonde ho, with me to fuck no time for convo'
Want it I let her hit the chronic and the blanco
Long stroke, I'm a swing the like a golf pro
Hit it from the back she look behind and saw my charm
I took a picture of her pussy for affective
So she got the steppin' she love me through the mind boat
inside my seat my speakers beatin' like a bongo
Bumpin' Box Chevy me and a perfect combo
Anyone want it us can get it they beggin' for attention
Like Miley when she twerking let her tongue show, dumb though
Why you blaming us when you done gone
Rap's killing shit like Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm just up while you gettin' dried up like a ancho
Chilling but really feelin' like I'm on my grind though
So I'm creepin' a rhino, coming off the instagram
Northside Atlanta and I got it, to get a gram
Servin' out my window like a burger want a drink, ten
Use a better pad now fucked it up and let me in
interior until they get another print
Of my shoes, hit the runway my Chevy then
Hit the gas till the moon we never land
Ain't fuckin' with Slumerican put that on my Chevy

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Walk to the mall fuck you
Give me that Mickey D Sized
Got a fresh of J's like two new crack heads
like spud loose, bounce on it
Coffee table full of and they breakin' up an ounce on it
on the hip gettin' high as a brimstone
Thrown on the tip of a ball handle the
Lean some of them lean on the and limp home
mellowin' out of a Chevy Enzo
I put the on it
Have a seat put the couch on it
Take a sigh I put the south on it
a ride on the one I-89
You talkin' I might put the crowd on it
It would be another Yelawolf hate
on the seats like country crop
But I fuckin' ain't no crop
fear in the heart of a country cop
Everytime I get fuckin' stopped
Boy those some nice but you better turn the music down
Cause it the big city
Ran off the law nothin' but a ticket
a fuckin' hick with a stick and midget dealin' with midget and bowtie