Chords for Yelawolf - Box Chevy 7 (Official Audio)

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_ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [Am] _ Yeah, if I [C] see too many facts, I'ma poke it in the middle.
Know my keys, let's move it to the middle.
[Em] No idea, I'ma move [Am] it to the middle.
Can it go to [F#] whip, I got move it for the [C] skittles.
Money in my pocket, but I don't know how to act right.
Block in the glove box, see the flashlight.
Club in the mop, [Am] pop in the backlight.
Zilla gorilla, he's a [C] killer, that's night night.
Legends in the fall.
Get me a Chevy, baby, and I'ma let it crawl.
Got me a pack [Em] ready, and I'ma make a [Am] tall.
These racks ready, and make me pick a tall.
[C] Y'all, know we get down.
Motherfuckers in East Nashville done got eat up.
Yeah, put the shit on the roof, he got [Am] crack.
Left him on his back with [A] his fucking heater.
We [C] just bad motherfuckers. _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Bad motherfuckers.
[Am] _ _ _ [G] Yeah, some bad motherfuckers better listen to the tone.
[C] Tryna be good, but they only do me [Am] wrong.
So get that rope in the [A] tone.
Get on Cal Poist, stay ready.
[G] All night long, [C] let them bop.
I hear them talking, talking.
When [D] they see me walking, so [Am] am I.
_ _ _ 1979, [A] 1979. _
[C] See you stalking, hawking.
Me [D] chug-croffing, over [Am] my.
_ _ _ 1979, 1979. _
[C] You mad at me, tell it, tell it.
Cause [D] you jealous over my.
[Em] 1979, [Am] _ _ 1979. _
[C] I pop that trunk and mail it.
Send [D] it, sell it, from [A] my.
1979.
_ _ If I get [C] drunk, I'ma leave it, come and fuck up tomorrow.
Don't leave behind the wheel, if I'm smoking up a bottle.
Never [Em] roll the dice, but yeah, [Am] I hit the lotto.
Swung to the dirt, but living by the motto.
[C] Catfish, Billy, Trap, and the stay in my code.
Rebel, I'm a rebel, like David Allen Cole.
Chicken in a red pants, you [Am] not know.
Granted, as you don't bite, mulch, [C] I know.
Legends in the fall.
Never go back to be your bro, not at all.
Gotta go black up [Em] on the studio ball.
[Am] I had to go back to get it from a paw-paw.
[C] Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee, or.
A recipe for disaster, for the [Em] beater.
Me and that Chevy stack pastille [Am] for Jesus.
Hey stack, I'm that [C] beater.
We just bad motherfuckers. _ _ _ _ _ _
Bad motherfuckers.
[Am] _ _ _ Yeah.
[C] Some bad motherfuckers better listen to the song.
Tryna be cool, but they only do me wrong.
So give me [E] that broken tone.
Yeah, that voice [G] ain't ready.
All night long, [C] let it rock.
I hear them talking, gawking.
When they [D] see me walking to [Am] my.
1979, _ _ 1979.
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[C] I see you stalking, hawking.
Meet [D] your coffin over [Am] my.
1979, _ 1979.
[A] _
[C] You mad, I can tell it, tell it.
Plus you jealous [Am] over my.
1979, _ 1979. _ _
[C] I want that drunken, nail it.
Send [A] it, steal it from my.
1979, _ [Am] _ 1979. _
[C] I hear them talking, gawking.
When they see me walking [Am] to my.
[Em] 1979, _ [Am] _ 1979. _
[C] I see you stalking, hawking.
Meet [Em] your coffin over my.
[Am] 1979, _ 1979. _
[C] You mad, I can tell it, tell it.
Plus you jealous [Am] over my.
[Em] 1979, [Am] _ 1979. _ _
[C] I want that drunken, nail it.
Send it, steal it from my. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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