Heavy Chevy by Lil Wayne
Key: FmFm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]
What up, bruh?
What up?
So, y'know, I was thinkin', right?
Y'know, since we doin' the "He Rap He Sang" album, I figured
That you from N-O, right?
Mhm, mhm
Right, right, and I'm from Florida
Tallahassee?
Right, so I got a couple things to, like, teach you
Okay
That you probably need to know about
Since you came to Miami now
I did
And you know what I'm sayin'
You pretty much a certified Florida boy
Woo!
So is it cool if, like, I just teach you a couple things you need to know?
It's not much, all you gotta do is sit back, relax, take it in, you ready?
No worries, no homo
Alright, let's go
Chorus
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Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man (Bitch)
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? (Bitch)
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Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Yeah, I like this, a'ight big bruh, fall it out
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Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
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I see you, I think I got this one, I think I got it
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man?
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Y'know, I was talkin' 'bout, like, Trick Daddy
And y'know, the real Dunk Ryders
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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
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Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man (Bitch)
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? (Bitch)
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Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Yeah, I like this, a'ight big bruh, fall it out
Fm    Gm     Ab       Bbm
Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
Fm    Gm     Ab       Bbm
I see you, I think I got this one, I think I got it
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man?
Fm    Gm     Ab       Bbm
Y'know, I was talkin' 'bout, like, Trick Daddy
And y'know, the real Dunk Ryders
Fm    Gm     Ab       Bbm
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 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
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I used to have a '64 a few years ago
I had that bitch on three wheels on one of my old videos
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Now I got a honey SS, I call it Cheerio
But my neighbors call it "Please turn down the stereo!"
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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
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Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man (Bitch)
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man? (Bitch)
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Heavy Chevys, heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man
Yeah, I like this, a'ight big bruh, fall it out
Fm    Gm     Ab       Bbm
Big, big paper, we ain't fuckin' with no petty change
Heavy Chevys, heavy, heavy Chevys, man
Fm    Gm     Ab       Bbm
I see you, I think I got this one, I think I got it
Why are these streets nothin' but heavy Chevys, man?
Fm    Gm     Ab       Bbm
Y'know, I was talkin' 'bout, like, Trick Daddy
And y'know, the real Dunk Ryders
Fm    Gm     Ab       Bbm
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