Cadillacs & Chevys lyrics

by

Vinnie Paz


[Intro]
Yeah
Roc N Mayne what up man
What we gone do on this sh*t right here
I'mma come up with a fly ass hook
I really ain't gone say sh*t on the verses
Still put these sucka ass n*ggas in hearses
By the way, I finally sucked my own di*k
Leggo!

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[Verse 1]
Live from my grandmama's basement
Camp Crystal Lake, muthaf*cker I'm Jason
Illuminati membership card, Free Mason
Nah literally free my homeboy Mason
Freebasing, be patient, that's what they telling me
Party for my n*gga Ned, he just beat a felony
That be that good sh*t, my n*gga Dizzy mailing me
Lean got a n*gga on cruz like Penelope
Need therapy, stressed, don't worry me
Big di*k Benton, AKA, Ron Jeremy
When you give me brains, handle my di*k carefully
Who the f*ck care to be the loser? b*tch marry me!
Suit & Tie sh*t like Timberlake
I f*ck you and then I put your dead body in a lake
Eliminate, disintegrate, sipping on gin and lemonade
b*tch I been a renegade, way before Em and Jay
Whores sick of hearing 'bout Jarren like Kim and Ye
I put a wack rapper on a dinner plate
I penetrate a n*gga with ninja blade
I'm 7:30 whipping in a 10 to 8
I'll be there in a minute b*tch you finna wait
Lil' Debbie n*gga, yeah we getting cake
Drunk driver whipping on the interstate
My girl say her period is really late
I got a home abortion kit, we finna get it straight
Just kidding b*tch, good news, that's great!
I hope the president don't ban the f*cking AK
My sh*t wasn't registered anyway
And that's Ice Cube's, f*ck n*ggas like you!
[Hook]
Some of my n*ggas sell dope
Some of my n*ggas, they broke
Some of my n*ggas smoke weed
Some of my n*ggas snort coke
Some of my n*ggas, they made it
Some of my n*ggas they won't
Regardless y'all my n*ggas, we gone roll
Just like Cadillacs and Chevys

Cadillacs & Chevys (Yeah!) x7

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[Verse 2]
Yeah, they say I sound like Eminem
Mixed with 3K, y'all ain't offending him
Your hoes swing from my balls like a pendulum
If you don't like 'em my n*gga get rid of them!
Gon' get to killing them
I'll help ya hide the bodies, I ain't feeling them
I'm high like helium
I'm trying to gross one billion, my kicks reptilian
I'm tryna f*ck Christina Milli-an!
Or Millian, phenomenon, I ain't tripping I'll even f*ck Chaka Khan
With nothing but a stocking on, y'all n*ggas ain't eating like Ramadan
You ain't bussin' not even with a hundred guns
f*ck a fat b*tch for a honey bun
I'll f*ck a nerd down at Comic-Con
Never know the kind of sh*t that I be on
You be hanging with the maricon (faggot)
I be strangling the microphone, I used to play the xylophone
Macaulay Culkin b*tch yeah I ride alone
Yeah b*tch I'm in the zone, yeah b*tch I'm blowing strong
I'm tryna get it like I'm Puffy Combs
I'm tryna f*ck and then she going home
Top gun, welcome to the danger zone
I'll stomp a n*ggas teeth out with Wranglers on
pus*y ass n*gga, gon' get your hating on
And if you know the f*ckin' words b*tch then sing-a-long!
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