baby thats the big Goin' cut the check, count the cash, ballin' hard that's how we live Big ol' rims on big ol' trucks and 2.5 on a big ass crib Paul Wall and Witherspoon, Cadillac Don
And for you niggas who snitches shit you can't be Trusted Might as well call me Lee Dungarees I can't be Busted But I'm Cadillac Don nigga a real
that bitch sounds good and for u niggas who snitches shit u cant be trusted might as well call me lee dungarees i cant be busted but im Cadillac Don
译文: Cadillac Don. 花生酱和果冻.
译文: Setzer，布赖恩. 不要相信一个女人（在黑色卡迪拉克）.
bitch sounds good and for u niggas who snitches shit u cant be trusted might as well call me lee dungarees i cant be busted but im Cadillac Don a
Mine As Well Gone Let Her Fuck Da Whole Click Okay [Chorus] [Verse 2: Cadillac Don] (A Man, Yo Who Is It Man, Its Cadillac Don Man, Alright) Now Cuz
Bi*** Sounds Good And For U Niggas Who Snitches Sh** U Cant Be Trusted Might As Well Call Me Lee Dungarees I Cant Be Busted But Im Cadillac Don
't help myself I'm addicted to a life of material It's some kind of joke I'm obsessively opposed to the typical All we care about is runway models Cadillacs
Saturday, Saturday, S-S-S-Saturday, Saturday x2 I got my cup filled up, all the way to the brim, brim, brim, brim Black on black Cadillac with the custom
Got something to prove Don't talk it, walk it My niggas outside on them walkie talkies Pop that trunk Pass that dutch Let's get crunk Baby don't
roamin' And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' Yo, uh, now the party don't start 'til I walk in And I usually don't leave until the thang
, money going Serve my out of town nigger yeah that money pouring Said the ... nigger serving at the ... We don't play them type of game, yeah nintendo Y'all don
swear I just came in her mind Gotta her hiding in (?) Gave her two pills, don't blame me I'm wrong Why the f-ck they let me on this song? I don't even
know Show me you're right, shine your light I wonder when will I know To hell if I don't pray like a mannequin in the window I don't say a word I like
you won't know their name Gangsters to the max,all marks will be taxed These girls drive FERRARIS not CADILLACS Respect is demanded,most men don't understand
I know my latin homies Have the same drama with they girls, man Won't you let 'em know how it's goin' down? Man, I'm lookin' for a hina that's down But you don
you in the LA Express Teach you how to walk in some high heeled shoes "Are you my pimp?" Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise Oh dear God don
