LateNightCadillac

Bitch, no, I don't think about it No, we cannot link about it If he hidin', I'ma find him If he try and set this down He always lose, just like the lions He always choose the weakest lies Bottom barrel bitches, fucking with pennies but you swear they dimes Hittin' trash blunts, look at his face, he swear he think he hot Must be blind, must be deaf, if he can't hear us screaming, sesh What he fearing in the flesh, better than who did it best Season after season, but I'm back to prove it yet a fuck again Suits on the phone, I can never get 'em off me I need a mill', like I need ash in my coffin Off me, listen, pussy, get her off me Off me, pussy, pussy, get her off me It's the late night Cadillac Swinging like a battle axe These bitches try to fuck with me I know that they can't handle that It's the late night Cadillac Swinging like a battle axe These bitches try to fuck with me I know that they can't handle that Late night Cadillac Late night Cadillac