Cadillactica

Album: Cadillactica (2014)
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    Uh, what you think a real nigga rap for?
    So I can roll around in a Rav 4? Never that
    Cadillac pimped out, fish bowl, true vo
    Fifteens, but I had to go and get two mo
    Whassup, get buck, shake junt killa
    DJ booth with the pole in the middle
    For the attitude, a bitch
    See how far these gets
    Pour up, the show up, the focus
    The doors ain't typical when they get open, hol' up
    You ain't never been sky high

    Swear I coulda died when I hopped out my ride
    Like four-five times, no parachute
    Bungee jump for the loot
    Hock a loogie off the roof, what I feel like
    Porn on the screen, two hoes on the scene tongue kissin'
    You would think my whip dyke

    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, too early for the hook
    Now shoot off with sawed-off for the bass and the trunk
    That keep a nigga shook
    Careful no crook, tell a bitch look
    How I work the wheel and the crisis
    Police behind us my index was grinding her pussy like
    I think I'm nicest of all (all, all, all)
    That's the way I feel, bitch! Crawl (crawl, crawl, crawl)
    Why you showing your grill, bitch? (all, all, all)
    Uh, I'm way outta here, don't get lost
    I come in peace from somewhere unique
    Have no fear, uh

    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
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    (Fuck yo' whip, nigga)
    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
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    (I took yo' bitch, nigga)
    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
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    (Fuck yo' whip, nigga)
    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
    (I took yo' bitch, nigga)

    Uh, what you think a real nigga rap for?
    So I can roll around with a nympho? Yessir
    Twenty five lighters on my dresser, the best of
    Versace, Versace, Versace, my bezel
    The bass and the treble will feel, ho
    Komodo with the photo when creeping I'm, slow
    I pull up on the high side, God give me high five
    Every time I hop out, thank you Lawd
    Jesus please, don't let the jackers take what's mine
    Didn't have black out reach in the dash of the Lac for "the act right"
    'Cause a nigga act like I'ma just back down
    And I'ma put some when you told bitch on these hoes bitch
    I through the back out the trunk with the fifth wheel slump
    It's some neon that's red, that's my old shit
    But this some cold shit
    That my granddaddy wish he could've drove when he passed out
    Swinging on in a Chevy, I bring a ho down like a liver
    When I slab 'round in this glass house
    See, in the end it was easy pimpin' 'fore you even finished
    When a trick trippin' you ain't need her with it
    Shooting outside the Lac trying to ease in it
    'Cause she might fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
    Shit ain't really that high, bitch (crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl)
    Why you showing your grill, bitch? (off, off, off, off, off)
    Uh, I'm way outta here, don't get lost
    I come in peace for someone unique
    Have no fear, uh!

    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
    (Fuck yo' whip, nigga)
    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
    (I took yo' bitch, nigga)
    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
    (Fuck yo' whip, nigga)
    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
    Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
    (I took yo' bitch, nigga)

    Slabbin round, my windows down, you hear the sound
    That sonic boom, that ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bass
    That shake your baby momma crib
    Pardon me if I phone home four thousand miles away from where you at
    If you ain't holdin back I can take your whip
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    C-A-D-I-Double L-A-C-T-I-C-A , K-R-I-T Forever Writer/s: DACOURY NATCHE, DANIEL TANNENBAUM, DAVID FOREMAN, JUSTIN SCOTT, KHALIL RAHMAN
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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