[ Предположительная тональность: G ] [Verse 1] 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 G G C I L L G C bitch (bitch) Cant see me through my tints (nah ah) Im riding real slow (slow motion) In my paint wet dripping shining like my 24s (umbrella) I dont got 24s (no oh) But Im on those Vogues Thats those big white walls, round them hundred spokes Old school like old English in that brown paper bag Im rolling in that same whip that my granddad had Hello, haters, damn yall mad 30k on the Gaddy, now how backpack rap is that? [Chorus] C I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive C I got that gas pedal, leaned back, taking my time C Im blowin that roof off, letting in sky C I shine, the city never looked so bright [Verse 2] 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 a hundred and twenty Easy weaving in and out of the traffic They cannot catch me, Im smashing Im ducking bucking them out here Im like Go fucking fantastic, 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 whip but never one like this Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater Yea, Im from Seattle, Theres hella Honda Civics I couldnt tell you about paint either But I really wanted a Gaddy so I put in the hours And roll on over to the dealer And I found the car, junior, theres a problem with this geezer Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming [Chorus] C I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive C Got that gas pedal, leaned back, taking my time C Im blowin that roof off, letting in sky C I shine, the city never looked so bright [Verse 3] Backwoods and dope White hoes in the backseat snorting coke She doing line after line like shes writing rhymes I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind Cadillac pimpin, my uncle was on 14 years I stole his keys me and my niggas was gone Stealin portions of his liquor, water in his Patron Drivin smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes (fuckin lottery homes) Tires with the spokes on it in the Vogues, too Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns on Gm My dogs hanging out the window Young as whoosh, fucking like we ball Tryna fuck Gm all, kill the fucking wimps See whats poppin at the mall, meet a bad bitch Slap her booty with my palms You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing 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? Or 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 tinted for showing gangstas in it Slice off when the gas is finished, Q [Chorus] C I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive C Got that gas pedal, leaned back, taking my time C Im blowin that roof off, letting in sky C I shine, the city never looked so bright C Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive C Got that gas pedal, leaned back, taking my time C Im blowin that roof off, letting in sky C I shine, the city never looked so bright
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