Lyrics:
me I'm to bossy, put four sugars in my coffee
I'm fuckin' wit Mister Frostee
Now thas the run to make ya, See how much fun that'll make ya
Next time
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
'Cause there ain't no way I can fit that on a sign
I can't fit that on a sign
I took him to a diner, I bought him a cup of coffee
He asked me if he
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
my boys the chills
Man I swear we gonna make a mill without signin no deals
Man I got a passion for this music now I got it
I ain't never gonna lose it
mill
The ladies at the church make quilts for the poor
And our favourite colour is Kubota orange
In a tractor town
where the wheels go round
and you
or 5th drink if ima be real
Blue noting like Im meek mill
She put on notice I told this ain't no cheap thrill
Now this the second half
This the part when I
amongst tyrants
Passion paying bills
Goin nowhere standing still
Ash his weed to Malcolm Mill
He questions kind of life to build
And the vibrations are his
down
They ain't even lasting one round (Wow)
(Oouuu, Ha ha)
(Uhh) this dream chaser making mean paper
Chasing mills like meek since a teenager
Tunnel
sick wit it wit it wit it wit it
Get it get it cause I’m sick sick
Cause I’m sick wit it wit it
Cup of coffee in my left hand
Cigar in my right
Talkin
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
cocky and they fake
Got my hard-body chick a coffee and a cake
Gwop expenses, gwop expenses
The watch expensive, watch expensive
And shit's so
room house
A diamond mill
Ten Suits of clothes
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
Then throw me
Smack dab in the middle
Pitch me
Smack dab in
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
my soul
Ten Cadillacs
A diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes
To dress to kill
A ten room house
Some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
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