Cadillacs
He wanna fuck me in his Cadillac
But I don't think I can handle that
I've fucked in Beamers, yachts and ships
But never in a used up piece of shit
He's thin, tall, pale and frail
He's got no money, fresh out of jail
He writes poems and reads books
Bad credit, but a good cook
I like him a lot and think he's cute
With his V-necks and his big boots
But when he finally picked me up
I knew that we would never fuck
He used to be a moneymaker
Now it's all a dealbreaker
I knew he was too good to be true
He couldn't afford to even feed you
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
His father cut him off
His father cut him off
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
I would've made him babies
But his father cut him off (uh)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (p-p-pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (I-I-I don't think so)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (p-p-pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (I-I-I don't think so)
Now, yeah, you're fine, you're sexy too
But the car, baby, I just can't do
You might think that it makes you look cool
But it looks like you attend high school
You might be broke, but you can still poke
Just not in the car, do I smell smoke?
Now, daddy, tell me this a joke
I can't be seen in that slowpoke
It's really old, really cold
Maybe in the '60s, I'd be sold
But babe, it's just about to break down
It looks like the cops gave it a shake down
Let it go, it's fine
We can go drive mine
Maybe then you'll get in my behind
Ayesha Erotica's here to say
Never fuck in a Cadillac, nope, no way
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
His father cut him off
His father cut him off
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
I would've made him babies
But his father cut him off (uh)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (p-p-pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (I-I-I don't think so)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (p-p-pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (I-I-I don't think so)
I can't be seen up in your car (I thought you were rich)
Baby, I'm a superstar (so what the fuck is this?)
I can't be seen up in your car (you're not serious, are you?)
'Cause, baby, I'm a superstar
I can't be seen up in your car
'Cause, baby, I'm a superstar
I can't be seen up in your car
'Cause, baby, I'm a superstar
I can't be seen up in your car
'Cause, baby, I'm a superstar
I can't be seen up in your car
'Cause I'm a cocaine superstar
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
His father cut him off
His father cut him off
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
I would've made him babies
But his father cut him off (uh)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (p-p-pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (I-I-I don't think so)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (p-p-pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (I-I-I don't think so)
But I don't think I can handle that
I've fucked in Beamers, yachts and ships
But never in a used up piece of shit
He's thin, tall, pale and frail
He's got no money, fresh out of jail
He writes poems and reads books
Bad credit, but a good cook
I like him a lot and think he's cute
With his V-necks and his big boots
But when he finally picked me up
I knew that we would never fuck
He used to be a moneymaker
Now it's all a dealbreaker
I knew he was too good to be true
He couldn't afford to even feed you
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
His father cut him off
His father cut him off
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
I would've made him babies
But his father cut him off (uh)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (p-p-pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (I-I-I don't think so)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (p-p-pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (I-I-I don't think so)
Now, yeah, you're fine, you're sexy too
But the car, baby, I just can't do
You might think that it makes you look cool
But it looks like you attend high school
You might be broke, but you can still poke
Just not in the car, do I smell smoke?
Now, daddy, tell me this a joke
I can't be seen in that slowpoke
It's really old, really cold
Maybe in the '60s, I'd be sold
But babe, it's just about to break down
It looks like the cops gave it a shake down
Let it go, it's fine
We can go drive mine
Maybe then you'll get in my behind
Ayesha Erotica's here to say
Never fuck in a Cadillac, nope, no way
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
His father cut him off
His father cut him off
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
I would've made him babies
But his father cut him off (uh)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (p-p-pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (I-I-I don't think so)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (p-p-pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (I-I-I don't think so)
I can't be seen up in your car (I thought you were rich)
Baby, I'm a superstar (so what the fuck is this?)
I can't be seen up in your car (you're not serious, are you?)
'Cause, baby, I'm a superstar
I can't be seen up in your car
'Cause, baby, I'm a superstar
I can't be seen up in your car
'Cause, baby, I'm a superstar
I can't be seen up in your car
'Cause, baby, I'm a superstar
I can't be seen up in your car
'Cause I'm a cocaine superstar
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
His father cut him off
His father cut him off
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
I would've made him babies
But his father cut him off (uh)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (p-p-pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (I-I-I don't think so)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (p-p-pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (yeah, pull over, baby)
I don't fuck in Cadillacs (I-I-I don't think so)
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Writer(s): Ayesha Smith
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