YOUNGBLOODZ (f/ Cutty)
Pimpin'
[Chorus: I'm chillin, spinnin No Bentley's, pimpin I'm cruisin, hoes That's cool 'cause I'm Cadillac Spoke spinnin, gold spillin, Cadillac pimpin Keep ridin, car That's cool 'cause I'm Cadillac
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 heard I through a blur Dodging these fuck niggaz who figure we splurge And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you a choice For the crime you standing on and walking on is poise Plus the we pimpin so slightly you been slippin On really how it goes when these begin to grippin And and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin I'm quakin, ridin on out - am I gon it? And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz no chaperone So see, we been doing from way back long '92, blue, on them thangs we roll With a cup full of liquor blowing on swole So let's ride til we can't ride no damn We Cadillac pimpin hard see my fa sho'
[Sean Sure be white Cadillac but I it to go This your boy Sean Paul, tell 'em the truth So Old Fleetwood with the two door coup All platinum bill with the fifth too And truth to these suckas something overdue Ride a 'Lac like a true playa to do Old school, slant back a jigga too Tan gold wit some like a poster boo Old school, gold chain, grippin the grain Show a crease in my jeans, ahead of the game Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the And got so many hoes had to change up my All day I don't how to act Got this game pat, sure be running the track Get money from these hoes and see how they react Show 'em how a real nigga come like that
[Sean I got a 'Lac with a rag, Louie top cut interior, 15's the knot I'ma be a nigga from the ATL hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell When you see me in the street, at me playa My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as as hell Through the strip'll never die, time'll tell To be in, it's steerin wheel
Say what, gather round for this two 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 roscoe So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by 'cause shit'll never end through the eyes of my foes
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