Troy Ave - Cadillac Grills lyrics

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Troy Ave - Cadillac Grills lyrics

[Verse 1 – AWAR] We done came up from the bottom to the top—blao! My cloth ain't the same cut—I got ‘em, I can't stop now Tryna make my momma proud. Still, my stomach in knots Recover my spot, ignorin' the thorns in God's crown Let it knock loud, I'mma storm the hot sound [?] I do not drown, imported in compounds We enforce it ‘til the whip's foreign and we lock towns Glide in the convertible drops with the power tops down Open the moon roof, exhale hydroponic clouds I keep 'em in suspense like some hydraulics—wow! Shanghai wattage, state-defyin' logic Rhymes is fiber optics, exotic dimes ride in co*kpit Find 'em in the tropics, enjoyin' a gorgeous night Breakin' up, burnin' your CD—this that Northern Lights My Jordan Nikes step on the gas and you forfeit fights MC's wanna press these, but can't afford the price [Hook – AWAR] Cadillac grills, suicide doors Been stackin' bills with bricks inside the floor Straight like that, I was taught to strive for more Fly in a Delorean, slide in a time warp [Verse 2 – Troy Ave] MC in the backpack, studs on the outside Bricks on the inside, double flat role top Battle cry lullaby, tell you a war story (what's that?) On second thought, naw. The statute of limitation's gory Frightening, a chair full of lightning Is what a n***a facin' if I eva face indictment Pray for me. After that, break out the J for me Take this piece of [fotent?]. Meet homie—he got some paint for me Count it out, he gon' bring a scale to balance out Little [Chessy shover?]—that's cool. Everything balanced out Fair exchange, leave the Hummer, take the Range The tail light went out, I gotta go and get it changed What I say? [Hook – AWAR] Cadillac grills, suicide doors Been stackin' bills with bricks inside the floor Straight like that, I was taught to strive for more Fly in a Delorean, slide in a time warp [Verse 3 – AWAR] Known to keep a stash, we got that ma** appeal I got keys in the cab. Please don't grab the wheels No leaks in the bag—that sh** is vacuum sealed Move like lawn mowers, snakes in the gra** revealed I spit it well, straight to the point like digital scales Take the whiff, the smell of every joint is fishscale Canine sniffin' can't tell. Yeah, we givin' 'em hell It's freedom of speech, we'll have you sitiin' in a prison cell How you shippin' platinum for it to sit on a shelf? You gon' have to ship a free crack stand for your sh** to sell And you lack the Pirax vision and the figures for bail Next year, you'll be left fishin' yourself up out of a wishing well Runnin' for the border and forgettin' your pa**port [Big East?] commandments. How [?] the crash course You're gettin' what you asked for, snitchin' to the taskforce Givin' pigs permission to search for [sips?] your dashboard p**y