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Baby D - Slammin Cadillac Doors lyrics
* send corrections to the typist Whoooo! ... Freddy B on the track...Whoooo! [Shawty Beezlee] Pin ya' down for the count Nigga y'all know me It's that young nigga name Shawty Beezlee I don't play no games and I don't be flexin' Nigga i'll bust your ass with Smith Wesson Talkin' that fuck shit will get you C-Walked What do Simpson Road nigga's be 'bout Stackin' that paper and stackin' that clout Settin' up shop's And takin' you spot We pimpin' these bitches and slammin' these Cadillac doooo's We pullin up in that Fleetwood ridin' on dubbbb's Ridin' big body is them duthy (dirty) boys We ready boy Didn't I tell you we all about that duthy (dirty) boy [B-Real] We pimpin and mackin' these bitches just like a dawgggg (dogggg) whoooo! Breakin' me bread Givin me head They do just like they toldddd My paper stack Everytime they hit that track, dawg (dogggg) They bring back my money Keep my pockets fat, dawg (dog) Just like a mack The way I act That might surprise, y'all Sippin' yak (Cognac) Got me trippin with 'Lac, dawg (dog) Fleetwood, big body grippin' everythang (everything) Pimpin ain't dead Y'all nigg's just scared Y'all nigga's ain't ready mayne (man) [Shawty Beezlee] We pimpin' these bitches and slammin' these Cadillac doooo's (door's) whoooo! We pullin up in that Fleetwood ridin' on dubbbb's Ridin' big body is them duthy (dirty) boys We ready boy Didn't I tell you we all about that duthy (dirty) boy [Baby D] Blowin' up Jumpin' out them fo' (four) do' (door) Twenty east to Decatur Comin' from the westside grindin' swervin' in a black Navigator Five percent, on my tint, with seven inch on my screen Now the folk know, they can't see me, when i'm blowin' smoke in my green I'm countin' my fetti, doin it big in a 350 Chevy Lil' young getti boy Baby D aka Lil' Chopper Toy Real pimp ride Cadillacs and vogues my nigg Work a bit..( bitch) And she'll break him off her money ya' dig Whatsup! ( What's up) [Shawty Beezlee and Baby D] We pimpin' these bitches and slammin' these Cadillac doooo's (door's) whooooo! We pullin up in that Fleetwood ridin' on dubbbb's Ridin' big body is them duthy (dirty) boys We ready boy Didn't I tell you we all about that duthy (dirty) boy Alright, o.k. uh,uh o.k. (It's them duthy (dirty) boys we ready boy) Alright, o.k. uh,uh o.k. Alright, o.k. uh,uh o.k. Alright, o.k. uh,uh o.k. (It's them duthy (dirty) boys we ready boy) We pimpin' these bitches and slammin these Cadillacs doooo's! whooooo! (Alright, o.k. uh, uh o.k.) It's, it's them duthy (dirty) boys (alright o.k. uh, uh o.k.) We pimpin' these bitches and slammin these Cadillac... (alright o.k. uh, uh o.k.) We pimpin' these bitches and slammin these Cadillac doooo's! (alright, o.k. uh, uh o.k.) It's them, it's them, it's them, duthy (dirty) boy We ready boy We pimpin' these bitches and slammin these... We pimpin' these bitches and slammin these Cadillac doooo's! whooooo! It's them duthy (dirty) boys We ready boy We pimpin' these bitches and slammin these... We pimpin' these bitches and slammin these Cadillac doooo's! I't's, it's them duthy (dirty) boy We ready boy We pimpin' these bitches and slammin these Cadillac... We pimpin' these bitches and slammin these Cadillac doooo's! whooooo! It's them duthy (dirty) boy's We ready boy |
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