YOUNGBLOODZ (f/ Cutty)
Pimpin'
[Chorus: I'm chillin, spinnin No Bentley's, Cadillac I'm cruisin, hoes That's cool 'cause I'm pimpin spinnin, gold grillin 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 the right to reply these words you under heard I swerve through a blur Dodging these fuck who figure we outta splurge And if to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice For the crime you on and walking on is getting poise the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin On really how it when these ties begin to grippin And shiftin and takin to the spot where hoes shakin I'm quakin, ridin on out - am I gon it? And pimp like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone So see, we doing this from way back long '92, aqua blue, on thangs we roll With a cup full of liquor good on swole So ride til we can't ride no damn more We Cadillac pimpin hard see my fa sho'
[Sean Sure be white but I called it to go This your boy Sean Paul, tell 'em the truth So roll Old with the two door coup All platinum bill with the fifth too And give truth to suckas something overdue Ride a 'Lac like a playa 'posed to do Old school, back with a jigga too Tan gold wit some like a poster boo Old school, gold chain, still grippin the Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the 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 game down pat, sure be running the track Get money from these hoes and see how they react Show 'em how a real nigga come down like
[Sean I got a 'Lac a rag, Louie Baton top cut interior, 15's the knot I'ma be a last nigga the ATL y'all hell, feel eyes and the playa can When you see me in the street, at me playa My got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell Through the never die, only time'll tell To be in, it's Cadillac steerin
Say what, round for this two door show We let the go, rillin in the Eldorado We rollin through the spot to see which gon follow 'cause we get cool and passin rounds of bottle a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle For we out and cruise in the wind like So you gonna us when you see us when we ride on by slow 'cause this shit'll never end through the eyes of my
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