YOUNGBLOODZ (f/ Cutty)
Pimpin'
[Chorus: I'm chillin, spinnin No Bentley's, pimpin I'm cruisin, hoes That's 'cause I'm Cadillac pimpin Spoke spinnin, grillin spillin, Cadillac pimpin Keep ridin, car That's 'cause I'm Cadillac pimpin
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to a high In the sky, as I emphasize the right to With these words you under heard I swerve through a Dodging these fuck who figure we outta splurge And if to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice For the crime you standing on and walking on is poise Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you slippin On really how it goes when these ties begin to And shiftin and whole to the spot where hoes shakin I'm quakin, on out - am I gon make it? And pimp fool like niggaz with without no chaperone So see, we been doing this from way back '92, aqua blue, on them we roll With a cup full of blowing good on swole So let's ride til we ride no damn more We Cadillac pimpin hard see my fa sho'
[Sean be white Cadillac but I called it to go This boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth So roll Old Fleetwood the two door coup All platinum bill the fifth wheel too And give truth to suckas something overdue a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do Old school, slant with a jigga too Tan wit some bows like a poster boo Old school, gold chain, still grippin the Show a crease in my jeans, ahead of the game Got a, on my grill, diamonds off in the back And got so many hoes had to up my 'Lac All day I don't how to act Got this game down pat, sure be the track Get some money from these hoes and see how react 'em how a real nigga come down like that
[Sean I got a 'Lac with a rag, Baton top cut interior, 15's the knot I'ma be a last nigga the ATL y'all hell, feel eyes and the can sell When you see me in the street, at me playa My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as as hell the strip'll never die, only time'll tell To be in, it's steerin wheel
Say what, gather round for this two door We let the spillin go, in the Eldorado We through the spot to see which hoes gon follow 'cause we get and down passin rounds of bottle With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in For we out and cruise in the wind roscoe So you gonna us when you see us when we ride on by slow 'cause this shit'll never end through the of my foes
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