Letra
I wanna be free
I wanna just live
Inside my Cadillac
That is my shit
And I throw it up (I throw that up)
Thats what it is (thats what it is)
In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)
Cant see me through my tints (nah ah)
Im riding real slow (slow motion)
In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24s (umbrella)
I don't got 24s (no oh)
But Im on those vogues
Thats those big white walls, round them hundred spokes
Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag
Im going in that same whip that my granddad had
Hello haters
Damn yall mad
30k on the Caddy, now how about cack wrapped is that?
I got that off black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time
Im rollin out, roof off, lettin' in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright
Man Im lounging in some shit Bernie Mac wouldve been proud of
Looking down from heaven like damn thats stylish
Smilin, dont pay attention to the mileage
Can I hit the freeway? Im legally going 120
Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
They cannot catch me, Im smashing
Im ducking bucking them out here
Im like go fuckin their tastic, I am up in a classic
Now I know what its like under the city lights
Riding into the night, driving over the bridge
The same one we walked across as kids
Knew Id have a whippin, never one like this
Old school, old school
Candy paint, two seater
Yea, Im from Seattle
Theres hella Honda Civics
I couldnt tell you a dog paid either
But I really want a Ducati so I put in the hours
And walk on over to the dealer
And I found the cars in there was a problem with this geezer
Got the keys in his apples
Well can I spin it screaming?
I got that off black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time
Im rollin out, roof off, lettin' in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright
Bad boys and dope
White hoes in the backseat snorting coke
She doing line after line like shes writing rounds
I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind
Cadillac pimpin, my uncle was on
14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone
Sendin portions of his liquor, water in the Patron
Rather smilling like I won the fucking lottery homes
(Fucking lottery homes)
Tires with the spokes on it in the 4-2
Most of the mayonnaise, keeping the buns on em
My dogs hanging out the window
Yell as which, fuckin like in power
Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps
See whats poppin at the mall, meet a bad bitch
Slap her booty with my palms
You can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls
Im motherfuckin off
Son, swear these eyes tryna hypnotize
Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs
See the lust stuck up in her eyes
Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?
Girl does she want it low?
This shit a Coupe de Ville so youll never know
So we cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limit
Got a window ticket for showing banks to end of slots and the gas was finished
Q
Off black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time
Im rollin out, roof off, lettin' in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright
I got that off black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time
Im rollin out, roof off, lettin' in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright
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