Lyrics My Volvo (Sabzi Remix) - Grynch

Yeah
Now Im'a rap about my car real quick,
Im'a rap about my volvo
I need ya'll to feel me on this shit

(Yeah) born in '86, same year that I was
An ugly motha fucka but that's my ride brah
A silver volvo 240 DL
It make me wanna choke somebody out call me Sprewell
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My car is clean though
But i bet no girls stop and stare when they see me roll
At least in a good way
But hey you're safe as shit
But towards the bottom on my list of favorite whips
Hey but its got a place in my heart
That whips close to me
Worth more than me than just usin to get groceries
I've laughed in that car,
I've cried in that car,
Knock on wood man,
I'll probably die in that car.

(In the) V-O-L-V-O
V-O-L-V-O my volvo
V-O-L-V-O
V-O-L-V-O my volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Whippin ma momma volvo
Whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Whippin ma momma volvo
Whippin ma momma volvo

(Yeah) tank on empty, yeah that's how the story goes
Yo the ac vent knobs look like some Oreo's
I'm bein fo real
You know what fuckin' sucks
The glove box will pop open if i hit a bump too rough
And if you got one
I know you're understanding me
No button for the windows, i roll em down manually
And man i need some new brake pads
Today at every stop light i hit i heard the motha fucka scrape bad
And man i hate that
On the real man, that's weak
And for the record, i've got some in the back seat
I've laughed in that car, i've cried in that car,
Knock on wood man,
I'll probably die in that car.

(In the) V-O-L-V-O
V-O-L-V-O my volvo
V-O-L-V-O
V-O-L-V-O my volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Whippin ma momma volvo
Whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Whippin ma momma volvo
Whippin ma momma volvo

(Yeah) this be the realest shit i ever wrote
You wanna hear about my Bentley?
I'll probably never get one yo
And when it's cold it gets to spinnin out
Down the icy hill for real,
My dude fatal can vouch
(Look) you come to ballard,
You probably see my ride.
I can't count the times that it's died on I-5
Oh fuckin well, my whip is still fuckin ill
Pedal to the metal when i'm going up a hill
It gets me round the 6
From point a to b and now you see I'll throw some D's on that bitch
I've laughed in that car,
I've cried in that car,
Knock on wood man, i'll probably die in that car

(In the) V-O-L-V-O
V-O-L-V-O my volvo
V-O-L-V-O
V-O-L-V-O my volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Whippin ma momma volvo
Whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Tank on empty whippin ma momma volvo
Whippin ma momma volvo
Whippin ma momma volvo