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    "My Cadillac [Main Version]" Lyrics


    While riding in my Cadillac
    What to my surprise

    Young shawty I'm the pimp, so you know my game cold
    Brush all my teeth cause my whole grill gold
    Step out my house, pink gators on my toes
    Tryna hit tha club before they all close
    Hop in the Lac, Fleetwood eight four
    Twenty inch G's with tha triple gold spokes
    Creep in the door with my pockets on swole
    Limp across tha flo like both of my legs broke

    Slide to tha bar to get me somn cold
    Got a glass of Thunderbird cause I can't stay in mode
    Put down my glass and hit tha dance flo
    Don't get mad at me boy what you cuffin' my hands for
    If I want it I'ma get it ya know how my game go
    ? I'm pullin ya main woe
    I'm chargin' for this game, I'm givin' you lames yos
    Gotta line these girls up in a soul train row
    I hit tha V.I.P. just to get my mind blown
    Do I see Mista G he got that fire dro
    All tha hataz in tha club what ya rollin' ya eyes fo
    Cause ya mad I'm pushin' good and pimped out tha side door

    [Chorus:Repeat x2]

    Now when I hop off in tha Lac, I swerve tha interstate
    Just because I'm cheifin' dro and I'm smugglin' heavy weigh
    Keep tha hood bout my G's and break um off a K

    And sip on Hennessy till I start to hallucinate
    Pull my way down tha block cause its mo money to make
    And plus I got some mo cookie dough I need to bake
    But you can buy a bag of mine and I betcha you gon' be straight
    Cause tha soft ain't got no cut and tha wood ain't got no shape
    Cause tha fiends run to me whenever they want to taste
    Cause they say that mine taste like baked potato and steak
    Well excuse me if I done took all yo pay
    Cause I just set up shop and been workin' for one day
    You say you want to rob me, well hell that's a mistake
    Cause I got atomic bombs that cause tha Earth to quake
    It'll open all tha gates and cause heaven to shake
    It not God man its me, cause I destroyed tha place
    All because of this devious busta who tried to hate
    When all he had to do was ask, instead he tried to take
    So to stop all of that and keep my soul safe
    I just hop in my Lac and head tha other way

    [Chorus:Repeat x2]

    It's about 2:45 and we at tha red light
    Looked in my mirror, and saw some head lights
    Now any other time it would be aight
    But tha group done checked around when ya on tha westside
    Put my foot to tha flo, doin' bout eighty five
    Hit Fairview, headed to Riverside
    They behind us kinda close, so hell I bust a ride
    Ran on tha curb and scrubbed my damn tire
    Man can't you mash tha gas and dash up outta sight
    What ya talkin' 'bout, I'm doin' a bill five
    I could pick up mo speed on a ten speed bike
    Oh you tryna joke, better hope we don't die
    Since we ain't packin gats it seems we gotta fight
    When I throw a left, you best to throw a right
    Pull up in tha cut so they can pass us by
    Get down in yo seat and get off tha brake light
    They pulled up in tha back and blocked us from behind
    He was laughin' so hard it sounded like a crime
    He said listen heyah Dirty, why you tryna hide
    I was just tryna tell ya Cadillac is tight

    [Chorus:Repeat x2]
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Carl Cicchetti, Daniel Thomas, Donald Claps, Tarvares Webster.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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