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Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man (Bitch)
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? (Bitch)
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Yeah, I like this, a'ight big bruh, fall it out
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
I see you, I think I got this one, I think I got it
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man?
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Y'know, I was talkin' 'bout, like, Trick Daddy
And y'know, the real Dunk Ryders
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Heavy Chevys (Alright), heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Let's see what I got (T-Double)
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Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change
(Tha Bizness)

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
So let's start with the
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'72 Chevelle, I know that well
'Cause everybody try to buy that bitch from me
But I will never sell, hell
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Mids and highs and 4-12s
24 inches, chopped seats, complete with the Pirells
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Inside got baby blue 'gator scales
Even on the bottom of the seat, you can see the 'gator tail
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My shit hard as a turtle shell
Plus I got a mothafuckin' motor that'll make them tires yell
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When I was 11, dawg, I learned 'bout my Chevy, dawg
I burned the Pirellis off, convertible, take it off
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Believe my leather stayin' soft
That's why I'm at the start line, 'bout to take it off

[Chorus]
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man (Bitch)
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? (Bitch)
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Yeah, I like this, a'ight big bruh, fall it out
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
I see you, I think I got this one, I think I got it
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man?
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Y'know, I was talkin' 'bout, like, Trick Daddy
And y'know, the real Dunk Ryders
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Heavy Chevys (Alright), heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Let's see what I got (T-Double)
F#m        G#m              A            Bm
Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change
(Tha Bizness)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
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Well, I went and got that new Chevy truck
The one without the little man step
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And I love that bitch so much, tomorrow I'ma wear the fan belt
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Speakers in the bed sound like I got band help
Beatin' down yo' block, leave you with a damn welt
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
I used to have a '64 a few years ago
I had that bitch on three wheels on one of my old videos
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Now I got a honey SS, I call it Cheerio
But my neighbors call it "Please turn down the stereo!"
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Now cut that hoe up louder
24 karat gold pipes on the low Impala
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See Pain, I knew a lil somethin', but thanks for the lesson
As a matter of fact, y'know what? I'ma buy you a Chevy

[Chorus]
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man (Bitch)
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? (Bitch)
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Yeah, I like this, a'ight big bruh, fall it out
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
I see you, I think I got this one, I think I got it
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man?
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Y'know, I was talkin' 'bout, like, Trick Daddy
And y'know, the real Dunk Ryders
F#m    G#m     A        Bm
Heavy Chevys (Alright), heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Let's see what

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
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I said, a long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
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And I knew if I had my chance, I could make the people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
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Oh, but February made me shiver with every paper I deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
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I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
But somethin' touched me deep inside the day the music died
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So bye-bye Ms. American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
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And them good ol' boys was drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die, day that I die