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Cadillac
by Killa
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Ayeeee in my Cadillac
Bitches don’t know how to act
Titties out tongues out
Like we bringing KISS back
Chucking deuces to the babies
Driving all the dope boys crazy
They like killa be my lady
IM LIKE UHh MAYBE
Wit my daisy dukes looking like a whole snack
Bass bumping in the back
Chilling like a fat mack
Smoking on the best sack
Terra made the weed lade
Nae got the drinks right
Chillin like a villain ayeeee
And The mood is right
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
U ain’t that fine
Leave me lone sight
Cruisin with my shades on
Running shit like king Kong
I like my dongs long
Me and lil dicks don’t get along
Looking for some hot wings and some fuxking peach drank Had to kick that nigga out
All Because his breath stank Nigga you can’t rise
You are not my type Fucking up the vibe
Call me never aight
AYEEE
WHEN I WAS JUST A LITTLE NIGERO
THEY ASKED IF I BEEN HERE B4
CAUSE I ALWAYS GOT MINES TO GO
I NEVER AGVE A FUCK
A NIGGA WITH SOME PAPERCUTS
THATS ALWASY DOWN TO MAKE A BUCK
THATS GIANNIS IF I HAD TO DUNK
BUCKIN ON THEM HOES
CADDY RIDIN PIMPIN SLO
HOOCHIES KNOW WHAT ITS HITTIN FO
SWANGERS BUSSIN WRAPPED IN VOGUES
YEAH THEM 84S B POKING OUT
HOES KNOW WHAT IM TALKIN BOUT
GOLDS ALL UP IN MY MOUTH
COUPLE BRICKS HID IN MY COUCH
UGH MY MIGOS VOUCH
KANGAROOS HID IN THAT POUCH
IF THEY JUMP ILL MAKE EM BOUNCE
NOTHING LESS THAN A QUARTER OUNCE
THAT DOWN SOUTH HARRIS COUNTY BABY YEAH THAT TEXAS SHIT
POP THE TRUNK AND I'LL MAKE EM FLIP
SPEAKERS BANG AND I BROKE A HIP
COPS COME AND I MAKE EM DIP
POPCORN LETS MAKE A FLIC
IF I TASTE I GOTTA HIT
BUT IF I OWN YA I GOTTA PIMP
THATS A HIGH DOLLAR BABY NOT A SIMP SIMP
IM A BALLIN TYPE OF NIGGA IM A PIMP PIMP
Ayeeee in my Cadillac
Bitches don’t know how to act
Titties out tongues out
Like we bringing KISS back
Chucking deuces to the babies
Driving all the dope boys crazy
They like killa be my lady
IM LIKE UHh MAYBE
Wit my daisy dukes looking like a whole snack
Bass bumping in the back
Chilling like a fat mack
Smoking on the best sack
Terra made the weed lade
Nae got the drinks right
Chillin like a villain ayeeee
And The mood is right
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
U ain’t that fine
Leave me lone sight
Cruisin with my shades on
Running shit like king Kong
I like my dongs long
Me and lil dicks don’t get along
Looking for some hot wings and some fuxking peach drank Had to kick that nigga out
All Because his breath stank Nigga you can’t rise
You are not my type Fucking up the vibe
Call me never aight
AYEEE
WHEN I WAS JUST A LITTLE NIGERO
THEY ASKED IF I BEEN HERE B4
CAUSE I ALWAYS GOT MINES TO GO
I NEVER AGVE A FUCK
A NIGGA WITH SOME PAPERCUTS
THATS ALWASY DOWN TO MAKE A BUCK
THATS GIANNIS IF I HAD TO DUNK
BUCKIN ON THEM HOES
CADDY RIDIN PIMPIN SLO
HOOCHIES KNOW WHAT ITS HITTIN FO
SWANGERS BUSSIN WRAPPED IN VOGUES
YEAH THEM 84S B POKING OUT
HOES KNOW WHAT IM TALKIN BOUT
GOLDS ALL UP IN MY MOUTH
COUPLE BRICKS HID IN MY COUCH
UGH MY MIGOS VOUCH
KANGAROOS HID IN THAT POUCH
IF THEY JUMP ILL MAKE EM BOUNCE
NOTHING LESS THAN A QUARTER OUNCE
THAT DOWN SOUTH HARRIS COUNTY BABY YEAH THAT TEXAS SHIT
POP THE TRUNK AND I'LL MAKE EM FLIP
SPEAKERS BANG AND I BROKE A HIP
COPS COME AND I MAKE EM DIP
POPCORN LETS MAKE A FLIC
IF I TASTE I GOTTA HIT
BUT IF I OWN YA I GOTTA PIMP
THATS A HIGH DOLLAR BABY NOT A SIMP SIMP
IM A BALLIN TYPE OF NIGGA IM A PIMP PIMP
