Slammin’ Cadillac Doors – Baby D – letras

Whoooo! … Freddy B on the track…Whoooo![Shawty Beezlee]Pin ya’ down for the countNigga y’all know meIt’s that young nigga name Shawty BeezleeI don’t play no games and I don’t be flexin’Nigga i’ll bust your ass with Smith WessonTalkin’ that fuck shit will get you C-WalkedWhat do Simpson Road nigga’s be ’boutStackin’ that paper and stackin’ that cloutSettin’ up shop’sAnd takin’ you spotWe pimpin’ these bitches and slammin’ these Cadillac doooo’sWe pullin up in that Fleetwood ridin’ on dubbbb’sRidin’ big body is them duthy (dirty) boysWe ready boyDidn’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 breadGivin me headThey do just like they tolddddMy paper stackEverytime they hit that track, dawg (dogggg)They bring back my moneyKeep my pockets fat, dawg (dog)Just like a mackThe way I actThat might surprise, y’allSippin’ yak (Cognac)Got me trippin with ‘Lac, dawg (dog)Fleetwood, big body grippin’ everythang (everything)Pimpin ain’t deadY’all nigg’s just scaredY’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’sRidin’ big body is them duthy (dirty) boysWe ready boyDidn’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 DecaturComin’ from the westside grindin’ swervin’ in a black NavigatorFive percent, on my tint, with seven inch on my screenNow the folk know, they can’t see me, when i’m blowin’ smoke in my greenI’m countin’ my fetti, doin it big in a 350 ChevyLil’ young getti boyBaby D aka Lil’ Chopper ToyReal pimp ride Cadillacs and vogues my niggWork a bit..( bitch)And she’ll break him off her money ya’ digWhatsup! ( 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’sRidin’ big body is them duthy (dirty) boysWe ready boyDidn’t I tell you we all about that duthy (dirty) boyAlright, 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) boyWe ready boyWe pimpin’ these bitches and slammin these…We pimpin’ these bitches and slammin these Cadillac doooo’s! whooooo!It’s them duthy (dirty) boysWe ready boyWe pimpin’ these bitches and slammin these…We pimpin’ these bitches and slammin these Cadillac doooo’s!I’t’s, it’s them duthy (dirty) boyWe ready boyWe pimpin’ these bitches and slammin these Cadillac…We pimpin’ these bitches and slammin these Cadillac doooo’s! whooooo!It’s them duthy (dirty) boy’sWe ready boy