Letras
Mum
Oh, oh, oh, mum
Oh
Yeah
Pull her slow, cause the weight don't rush
96 Chevy dashboard dust
Radio loud, no bluetooth pain
Just bass, snacks in a wide lane frame
She send shotguns, see the way back
Snack cakes stacked like a cash attack
The car lean left, let it lean real hard
That's American steel in a southern heart
We love them, yeah
I feel real nice in a vinyl seat
Still stood to show what the drive in me
Greased stained box on my lap like gold
If you can't hang, better stay at home
I don't need low rise, don't need tight
I need leg room in a Friday night
Big laugh echo when the door slams shut
That Chevy know what's up
Fat chicks and Chevys
Still runnin' the block
Big girls, big engine block
Boom, boom, chrome shine, late nights
Parking lot legend
Fat chicks and Chevys
Oh, fat chicks and Chevys
Oh, fat chicks and Chevys
Oh
Yeah
Bend seats squeak, every bump we hit
Gas gauge low, but we don't quit
Every fast food bag got a story to tell
About livin' real good, not livin' well
They want ass, we want talk
They want rules, we want fucks
If the world too small, we expand the space
Wide turns, wide smiles, wide blinks
Yeah, I take up room, that's the point right there
Confidence heavy, still light in the air
Chevy door open, foot on the ground
Whole parking lot turnin' heads around
I ain't hidin, I ain't shrinkin' back
I'm a full-size vibe and a full-size track
If lovin' this loud make people upset
Good, they'll remember it
Fat chicks
What
Chevy
Say it
Fat chicks
What chicks
Fat chicks and Chevy