Rideout Chick Rehab

She got a body like a God almighty
Hot as a pistol
Drinkin' liquor out the bottle
Got a friend named Crystal
Done away with the past
She left it dead in the Chevy
My little runaway Whinnie
Got my back and she ready
Booty shorts in beetle
Tramp stamp with Adidas
And I think she tryin' to bust my speakers

She grew up around the corner, father was a stoner
Mother been gone since shorty was around 10
Now she's 'bout 19, cussin' like a sailor
Smokin' (a Capri), and sippin' up on her Jager
Flippin' off the cops, tell her stop
But she don't care
Says she just want to have a little fun, no fair
Got her feet up on the dash
Laughin', smokin' up my stash
Says she don't care where we goin'
Just as long as we're goin' fast

[Chorus]
And she knows I love her
And I'd do anything for her