I wanna be free
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I wanna just live
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Inside my Cadillac
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That is my shit
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And I throw it up (I throw that up)
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That’s what it is (that’s what it is)
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In my C A D D I L L A C bitch (biatch)
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Can’t see me through my tints (nah ah)
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I’m riding real slow (slow motion)
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In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24’s (umbrella)
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I don't got 24’s (no oh)
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But I’m on those vogues
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That’s those big white walls, round them hundred spokes
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Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag
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I’m going in that same whip that my granddad had
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Hello haters
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Damn y’all mad
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30k on the Caddy, now how about cack wrapped is that?
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Got that off black Cadillac, midnight drive
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Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time
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I’m blowin’ that roof off, lettin' in sky
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I shine, the city never looked so bright
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Man I’m lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would’ve been proud of
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Looking down from heaven like damn that’s stylish
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Smilin’, don’t pay attention to the mileage
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Can I hit the freeway? I’m legally going 120
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Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
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They cannot catch me, I’m smashing
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I’m ducking bucking them out here
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I’m like go fuckin their tastic, I am up in a classic
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Now I know what it’s 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 I’d have a whippin’, never one like this
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Old school, old school
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Candy paint, two seater
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Yea, I’m from Seattle
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There’s hella Honda Civics
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I couldn’t tell you a dog paid either
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But I really want a Ducati so I put in the hours
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And walk on over to the dealer
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And I found the cars in there was a problem with this geezer
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Got the keys in his apples
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Well can I spin it screaming?
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Got that off black Cadillac, midnight drive
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Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time
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I’m blowin’ that roof off, lettin' in sky
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I shine, the city never looked so bright
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Bad boys and dope
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White hoes in the backseat snorting coke
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She doing line after line like she’s writing rounds
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I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind
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Cadillac pimpin’, my uncle was on
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14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone
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Sendin’ portions of his liquor, water in the Patron
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Rather smilling like I won the fucking lottery homes
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(Fucking lottery homes)
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Tires with the spikes on it in the 4-2
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Most of the mayonnaise, keeping the buns on ‘em
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My dogs hanging out the window
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Yell as which, fuckin like in power
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Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps
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See what’s poppin’ 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 tearin' down the walls
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I’m motherfuckin’ 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 you’ll never know
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So we cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limit
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Got a window ticket for showing banks to end of slots and the gas was finished
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Q
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Off black Cadillac, midnight drive
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Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time
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I’m blowin’ that roof off, lettin' 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, lean back taking my time
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I’m blowin’ that roof off, lettin' 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 & Ryan Lewis |
