Letras:
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

happened last time they started." Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown And there was nobody aroun', I got into the driver's seat And I drove 42nd Street In my Cadillac

on the track; Got the bitch in the back of the billy yo? When my celeb used to have the bitch in the back of the Cadillac (it's just impossible) Niggas

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

goin' platinum V12 rollin' nigga goin' platinum V12 rollin' nigga goin' platinum [R. Kelly:] Swag like a lighter And I keep my swag lit Man I'm on fire

Camp Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps Making that music that make your neck hurt And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac

I yell ho We knockin em off they feet like a Southern hustler supposed to do I's in the house, house like, a joint is lit fo my kin folks And all the

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