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Lit Cadillac

Yeah I want to write this song about my Cadillac Cuz ther're so fuckn' cool The Nineteen sixties I dont care if I get Eight miles to the gallon Caddies

Yeah I want to write this song about my Cadillac Cuz ther're so fuckn' cool The Nineteen sixties I dont care if I get Eight miles to the gallon Caddies

alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh, no I won't back down, oh, no Cadillac

time Loaded Gonna have a good, good time Don't you know that I wanna get loaded Ooo hoo ya o yea Mmm, lit Brighter than my butane I said, "Lit" Yeah

alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh, no I won't back down, oh, no Cadillac

on the light bill Always in my face Talkin this and that Girl I had to buy some rims for da Cadillac You ride clean But your gas tank is on E Be stepping

fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done That's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the itches to hit the switches People tripping, how I lit this, street up with sparks Listen

12 rolling, nigga goin' platinum V12 rolling, nigga goin' platinum V12 rolling, nigga goin' platinum Swag like a lighter and I keep my swag lit Man,

[Version 1] I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shinin' My '60 Cadillac was roarin' through Nebraska, whinin' Doin' a hundred-twenty man