Lee Williams, BraveART, Asaiah Ziv - Honda Civic lyrics

Oh, snap i'm ridin' in the Civic with
The Bible on my lap
I'm mashin' on the gas with
A preacher preachin' that
Lord please, take the wheel
She smiles like Jezebal
She like, "Boy, quit playin', that's Chanel"
You got your weave out the window
I could tell she bad, bad and she knows it
I mean real bad, the heart frozen
We turn the heater up, the dash foggin'
Make it back home in the mornin'
And put my righteous deeds in the coffin
Like the Pacquiao for hot boxin'
We had to switch the full of flame torches
Rollin' 'round the town up in my Honda Civic
Hittin' all these missions in my Honda Civic
Keepin' all my windows tinted, Honda Civic
Treat it like a Porsche or BM-dub
That's just my Honda Civic

Lately I've been soul searchin'
Lookin' for my purpose
I believe if you believe we
Can dilute the surface
But, I left my box of Black
And Milds in my Honda Civic
Emptied out the swisher and we
Put some ganja in it i was learnin' hella
Tryna get better with the craft
Now everybody believe it
And I been readin' hella
Nowadays I don't even know what
I choose to believe in but, I been chillin'
Chillin' in the Honda Civic
Whippin', free yo' soul
Don't let 'em take what you control savvy

Rollin' 'round the town up in my Honda Civic
Hittin' all these missions in my Honda Civic
Keepin' all my windows tinted, Honda Civic
Treat it like a Porsche or BM-dub
That's just my Honda Civic