paroles de chanson Cadillactica - Big K.R.I.T.
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lac
lac
lac,
Cadillac
lac
lac
lac
Cadillac
lac
lac
lac,
Cadillac
lac
lac
lac,
lac
Cadillac
lac
lac
lac,
Cadillac
lac
lac
lac
Cadillac
lac
lac
lac,
Cadillac
lac
lac
lac,
lac
Cadillac
lac
lac
lac,
Cadillac
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lac
Cadillac
lac
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lac,
Cadillac
lac
lac
lac,
lac
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
vogues
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
edge
of
the
rest
to
go
flash
up
a
bitch
See
how
far
these
vegetables
get
us
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
Not
sure
if
it's
the
sawed-off
for
the
bass
in
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
[?]
with
no
timin'
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
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!
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
beat,
ho
Komodo
with
the
photo
when
creeping,
slow
I
pull
up
on
the
high
side,
God
give
me
high
five
Every
time
I
holla,
" I
thank
you
Lawd"
Jesus
please,
don't
let
the
jackers
take
what's
mine
Hate
to
have
to
black
out
reason
to
dance
to
the
Lac
'fore
they
act
right
Cause
a
nigga
act
like
I'ma
just
back
down
And
I'ma
put
some
vogues
on
these
toes
bitch
I
blew
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
have
drove
then
passed
down
So
in
honor
of
Zebby,
I
bring
a
ho
down
like
a
levee
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
She
might
fall,
fall,
fall,
fall,
fall
It
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!
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
4000
miles
away
from
where
you
at
If
you
ain't
holdin
back
I
can
take
your
whip
C-A-D-I-Double
L-A-C-T-I-C-A
C-A-D-I-Double
L-A-C-T-I-C-A
C-A-D-I-Double
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