Grynch - My Volvo Lyrics
[Intro]YeahYou know I'm a rap 'bout my car real quickI'm a rap 'bout my VolvoI need y'all to feel me on this shitYeah[Verse 1]Born in '86, the same year that I wasAn ugly mother*****er but that's my ride bruhA silver Volvo 240 DLIt make me wanna choke somebody out - call me SprewellIt's Carlesimo - my car is clean, thoughBut I bet no girls stop and stare when they see me rollAt least in a good way but hey it's safe as shitBut towards the bottom on my list of favorite whipsHey but it's got a place in my heart, that whip's close to meWorth more to me than just using to get groceriesI've laughed in that car, I've cried in that carKnock on wood man I'll probably die in that carIn the...[Pre-Chorus]V-O-L-V-OV-O-L-V-O, my VolvoV-O-L-V-OV-O-L-V-O, my Volvo[Chorus]Tank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoWhippin' my mama Volvo, whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoWhippin' my mama Volvo, whippin' my mama Volvo[Verse 2]Tank on empty, yeah that's how the story goesYo the AC vent knobs look like some OreosI'm being for real, you know what *****in' sucks?The glovebox will pop open if I hit a bump too roughAnd if you got one I know you're understandin' meNo button for the windows, I roll 'em down manuallyAnd man I need some new breakpadsToday at every stoplight I hit I heard them mother*****ers scrape badAnd man I hate that, on the real man that's weakAnd for the record I've got some in the back seatI've laughed in that car, I've cried in that carKnock on wood man I'll probably die in that carIn the...[Pre-Chorus]V-O-L-V-OV-O-L-V-O, my VolvoV-O-L-V-OV-O-L-V-O, my Volvo[Chorus]Tank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoWhippin' my mama Volvo, whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoWhippin' my mama Volvo, whippin' my mama Volvo[Verse 3]This be the realest shit I ever wroteYou wanna hear about my Bentley? I'll probably never get one yoAnd when it's cold it gets to straight spinnin' outDown a icy hill for real, my dude Fatal can vouchLook, you come to Ballard, you'll probably see my rideI can't count the times that it's died on I-5Oh *****in' well, my whip is still *****in' illPedal to the metal when I'm goin' up a hillIt gets me 'round the 6From point A to B and now you see I'll throw some D's on that *****I've laughed in that car, I've cried in that carKnock on wood man I'll probably die in that carIn the...[Pre-Chorus]V-O-L-V-OV-O-L-V-O, my VolvoV-O-L-V-OV-O-L-V-O, my Volvo[Chorus]Tank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoWhippin' my mama Volvo, whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoTank on empty whippin' my mama VolvoWhippin' my mama Volvo, whippin' my mama Volvo
