'77 Cadillac
Vance Street O.G.
800 Block
Comin' at ya'll with some Cadillac music
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In this new millennia
Ain't nothin' changed but the date and time
I'm still player extraordinaire debonaire
And I'm gone jack my slacks on this muthafuckin' track
And do what I'm supposed to do
Like this here
Thank the God I made it home
Swervin' my Fleetwood Brougham
Muthafuck a chaperone
I left that bitch alone
Usually I make it right
But not tonight
Keep a spade
Watch me cut
Sling blade
Dumb as fuck
Pissy drunk psychedelic
The Backwood I inhale it
The fuck I'm tryna cap for
I can barely smell it
I'm way past my limit can you dig it on some fly shit
I probably go to jail if I don't chill I'm on some Guy shit
Other side of town still floatin' on that Vogue meat
My country nigga say I got a slab tender roni
My bottom bitch bitchin'
Her clitoris is twitchin'
She don't wanna do no Johns
Need some daddy type attention
Bitch are you insane
Ain't no way yo 'bout yo business
You know that meter runnin'
That pussy works for pimpin'
The only way around it keep a purse with paper in it
Transition to my pocket now your lease has been extended
It was a '77 Cadillac
The OGs had the Dayton Wire Wheels
Mayonnaise and Mustard
Knock the bitch out her heels
That 425 horsepower keep 'em comin' every hour
In the '77 Cadillac
The OGs had the Dayton Wire Wheels
Mayonnaise and Mustard
Knock the bitch out her heels
That 425 horsepower keep 'em comin' every hour
I'm ridin' shotgun my thoroughbred drivin'
My kingdom for De 'Elegance pillow seat ridin'
I need to sober up
I need to check my traps
Need to bounce back like repaired kneecaps on halfbacks jack
Let's not compare whores no let's not do that
Put yo top notch to shame, keep her eyes down like mats
Bitch niggas always flexin' when they hoe forever restin'
My indoor track is runnin' laps is why they tellin'
Them chili pimps yellin'
Abandoned by some bitches who can't stand 'em
That champagne on a plane couldn't land 'em
I got 4 tires on my cockpit
Give me 5 minutes
Ima make that hoe face plant
Eat cock and spit
By the time that clock strikes 6
In the mornin'
I'll be jackin' my slacks
Jumpin' back in my 'Lac
Baby it's Mr. Jewlzz
Vance Street in this millennia
Keep your Only fans
My bitches move like the city bus
It was a '77 Cadillac
The OGs had the Dayton Wire Wheels
Mayonnaise and Mustard
Knock the bitch out her heels
That 425 horsepower keep 'em comin' every hour
In the '77 Cadillac
The OGs had the Dayton Wire Wheels
Mayonnaise and Mustard
Knock the bitch out her heels
That 425 horsepower keep 'em comin' every hour
Pressure
Call it sunshine
Whatever you pleasure
Just keep me in mind
I'm ready whenever
My love is blind
Never say never
I'm in my prime
Watch me bounce like second lines (uh)
Ain't no wheels clickin'
Ain't no lips suckin'
3am in Vegas bet a skeezer suckin'
Ain't a passion like un-assin'
A trick from his fractions
Rag top on a moon roof
Eldorado fashion
Goofys in my rearview
Pussy lips in clear view
Footrest holds the Gucci pump
Penthouse playboy menu
Ima bend some corners while the client digs off in you
Until the next muthafuckin' venue, bitch
Yeah
800 Block
Comin' at ya'll with some Cadillac music
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In this new millennia
Ain't nothin' changed but the date and time
I'm still player extraordinaire debonaire
And I'm gone jack my slacks on this muthafuckin' track
And do what I'm supposed to do
Like this here
Thank the God I made it home
Swervin' my Fleetwood Brougham
Muthafuck a chaperone
I left that bitch alone
Usually I make it right
But not tonight
Keep a spade
Watch me cut
Sling blade
Dumb as fuck
Pissy drunk psychedelic
The Backwood I inhale it
The fuck I'm tryna cap for
I can barely smell it
I'm way past my limit can you dig it on some fly shit
I probably go to jail if I don't chill I'm on some Guy shit
Other side of town still floatin' on that Vogue meat
My country nigga say I got a slab tender roni
My bottom bitch bitchin'
Her clitoris is twitchin'
She don't wanna do no Johns
Need some daddy type attention
Bitch are you insane
Ain't no way yo 'bout yo business
You know that meter runnin'
That pussy works for pimpin'
The only way around it keep a purse with paper in it
Transition to my pocket now your lease has been extended
It was a '77 Cadillac
The OGs had the Dayton Wire Wheels
Mayonnaise and Mustard
Knock the bitch out her heels
That 425 horsepower keep 'em comin' every hour
In the '77 Cadillac
The OGs had the Dayton Wire Wheels
Mayonnaise and Mustard
Knock the bitch out her heels
That 425 horsepower keep 'em comin' every hour
I'm ridin' shotgun my thoroughbred drivin'
My kingdom for De 'Elegance pillow seat ridin'
I need to sober up
I need to check my traps
Need to bounce back like repaired kneecaps on halfbacks jack
Let's not compare whores no let's not do that
Put yo top notch to shame, keep her eyes down like mats
Bitch niggas always flexin' when they hoe forever restin'
My indoor track is runnin' laps is why they tellin'
Them chili pimps yellin'
Abandoned by some bitches who can't stand 'em
That champagne on a plane couldn't land 'em
I got 4 tires on my cockpit
Give me 5 minutes
Ima make that hoe face plant
Eat cock and spit
By the time that clock strikes 6
In the mornin'
I'll be jackin' my slacks
Jumpin' back in my 'Lac
Baby it's Mr. Jewlzz
Vance Street in this millennia
Keep your Only fans
My bitches move like the city bus
It was a '77 Cadillac
The OGs had the Dayton Wire Wheels
Mayonnaise and Mustard
Knock the bitch out her heels
That 425 horsepower keep 'em comin' every hour
In the '77 Cadillac
The OGs had the Dayton Wire Wheels
Mayonnaise and Mustard
Knock the bitch out her heels
That 425 horsepower keep 'em comin' every hour
Pressure
Call it sunshine
Whatever you pleasure
Just keep me in mind
I'm ready whenever
My love is blind
Never say never
I'm in my prime
Watch me bounce like second lines (uh)
Ain't no wheels clickin'
Ain't no lips suckin'
3am in Vegas bet a skeezer suckin'
Ain't a passion like un-assin'
A trick from his fractions
Rag top on a moon roof
Eldorado fashion
Goofys in my rearview
Pussy lips in clear view
Footrest holds the Gucci pump
Penthouse playboy menu
Ima bend some corners while the client digs off in you
Until the next muthafuckin' venue, bitch
Yeah
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