I wanna be free, I wanna just live
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Inside my Cadillac, That is my shit
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And I throw it up (I throw that up)
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ThatĄŻs what it is (thatĄŻs what it is)
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In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)
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CanĄŻt see me through my tints (nah ah)
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IĄŻm riding real slow (slow motion)
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In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24ĄŻs (umbrella)
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I ainĄŻt got 24ĄŻs (no oh)
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But IĄŻm on those Vogues
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ThatĄŻs those big white walls, round them hundred spokes
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Old school like old English in that brown paper bag
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IĄŻm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had
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Hello haters, Damn yĄŻall mad
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30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?
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Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
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Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
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IĄŻm blowinĄŻ that roof off, letting in sky
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I shine, the city never looked so bright
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Man IĄŻm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac wouldĄŻve been proud of
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Looking down from heaven like damn thatĄŻs stylish
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SmilinĄŻ, donĄŻt pay attention to the mileage
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Can I hit the freeway? IĄŻm legally going 120
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Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
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They cannot catch me, IĄŻm smashing
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IĄŻm ducking bucking them out here
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IĄŻm like go fuckin their tastic, I am up in a classic
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Now I know what itĄŻs like under the city lights
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Riding into the night, driving over the bridge
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The same one we walked across as kids
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Knew IĄŻd have a whippinĄŻ but never one like this
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Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater
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Yea, IĄŻm from Seattle, ThereĄŻs hella Honda Civics
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I couldnĄŻt tell you about paint either
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But I really want a Ducati so I put in the hours
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And roll on over to the dealer
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And I found the car, junior, problem with this geezer
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Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming
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Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
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Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
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IĄŻm blowinĄŻ that roof off, letting in sky
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I shine, the city never looked so bright
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Backwoods and dope
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White hoes in the backseat snorting coke
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She doing line after line like sheĄŻs writing rhymes
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I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind
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Cadillac pimpinĄŻ, my uncle was on
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14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone
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SendinĄŻ portions of his liquor, water in the Patron
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Rather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes
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(fuckin' lottery homes)
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Tires with the spokes on it in the 4-2
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Most of the mayonnaise, keeping the buns on ĄŽem
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My dogs hanging out the window
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Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball
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Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps
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See whatĄŻs poppinĄŻ at the mall, meet a bad bitch
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Slap her booty with my palms
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You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls
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IĄŻm motherfuckinĄŻ off
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Son, swear these eyes tryna hypnotize
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Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs
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See the lust stuck up in her eyes
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Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?
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Girl does she want it low?
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This shit a Coupe de Ville so youĄŻll never know
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So we cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limit
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Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it
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Slice off when the gas is finished, Q
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Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
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Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
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IĄŻm blowinĄŻ that roof off, letting in sky
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I shine, the city never looked so bright
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Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
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Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
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IĄŻm blowinĄŻ that roof off, letting in sky
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I shine, the city never looked so bright
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White Walls
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| Macklemore |
