My Volvo Songtext
von Grynch

Yeah
You know I′m a rap 'bout my car real quick
I′m a rap 'bout my Volvo
I need y'all to feel me on this shit
Yeah
Born in ′86, the same year that I was
An ugly motherfucker but that′s my ride bruh
A silver Volvo 240 DL
It make me wanna choke somebody out - call me Sprewell
It's Carlesimo - 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 it′s safe as shit
But towards the bottom on my list of favorite whips
Hey but it's got a place in my heart, that whip′s close to me
Worth more to me than just using 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' my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin′ my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin′ my mama Volvo
Whippin' my mama Volvo, whippin′ my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin' my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin′ my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin' my mama Volvo
Whippin′ my mama Volvo, whippin' my mama Volvo
Tank on empty, yeah that's how the story goes
Yo the AC vent knobs look like some Oreos
I′m being for real, you know what fuckin′ sucks?
The glovebox will pop open if I hit a bump too rough
And if you got one I know you're understandin′ me
No button for the windows, I roll 'em down manually
And man I need some new breakpads
Today at every stoplight I hit I heard them motherfuckers 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′ my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin′ my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin' my mama Volvo
Whippin′ my mama Volvo, whippin' my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin′ my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin' my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin′ my mama Volvo
Whippin' my mama Volvo, whippin' my mama Volvo
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 straight spinnin' out
Down a icy hill for real, my dude Fatal can vouch
Look, you come to Ballard, you′ll 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 goin' 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' my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin′ my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin' my mama Volvo
Whippin' my mama Volvo, whippin′ my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin′ my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin' my mama Volvo
Tank on empty whippin′ my mama Volvo
Whippin' my mama Volvo, whippin′ my mama Volvo