YOUNGBLOODZ (f/ Cutty)
Pimpin'
[Chorus: I'm chillin, spinnin No Bentley's, Cadillac I'm cruisin, choosin cool 'cause I'm Cadillac pimpin Spoke spinnin, gold Liquor spillin, pimpin ridin, car slidin That's cool I'm Cadillac pimpin
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a In the sky, as I emphasize the to reply With these words you under I swerve through a blur Dodging these fuck niggaz who we outta splurge And if happen to have the nerve, see you made a choice For the crime you standing on and on is getting poise Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been On really how it goes when these begin to grippin And shiftin and whole to the spot where hoes shakin I'm quakin, on out - am I gon make it? And pimp like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone So see, we been this from way back long '92, blue, on them thangs we roll a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole So let's ride til we can't no damn more We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa
[Sean Sure be white Cadillac but I it to go your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth So roll Old Fleetwood the two door coup All bill with the fifth wheel too And give truth to these suckas overdue Ride a 'Lac a true playa 'posed to do Old school, back with a jigga too Tan gold wit 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 hoes had to change up my 'Lac All day I don't how to act Got this game pat, sure be running the track Get some money these hoes and see how they react 'em how a real nigga come down like that
[Sean I got a with a rag, Louie Baton top Diamond cut interior, the knot I'ma be a last nigga the ATL y'all hell, feel eyes and the can sell you see me in the street, holla at me playa My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as as hell Through the strip'll never die, only tell To be in, it's Cadillac steerin
Say what, gather round for this two door We let the spillin go, rillin in the We rollin through the to see which hoes gon follow 'cause we get cool and down passin rounds of a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle For we out and cruise in the wind like So you gonna know us you see us when we ride on by slow 'cause this never end through the eyes of my foes
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