Z-ro - Boxframe Cadillac ('83 DeVille Mix) lyrics

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Z-ro - Boxframe Cadillac ('83 DeVille Mix) lyrics

[Hook x2 - Z-Ro] Even if it's raining I'mma still drop the top That's some other silly sh** n***as do when they at the top Homie we don't give a damn we rolling we ain't tryin' to stop Most likely we in a foreign but dogging it like it's a Boxframe Cadillac [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] As I maintain from lane to lane Whip wetter than a lake on fresh paint Cutless with candy cane n***as run up on the kid and get stained Mac 90 melted brain Clique got SS' in every color on everything Police on my dick so I dip off in a different car Stick some cutie Kansas I got workers off in Wichita State to state life behind the mask check the murder rate n***a want my chain ain't got the nuts to catch a murder case n***a's fake, I got some bodies under this Gucci buckle Them G.I. mafia family n***as reach out and touch you All the way from the East Side to Ivanhoe all my n***as made We ain't sweatin' no drama so catch these hollows or catch a fade Rolling solo-dolo narcotics, coppers, and bread Homie so goin' off this dope that I pa** the blunt to my dead homie Uhh, they call me Freddie forgiato f** that vodka Cop that henny in a minute we bust a bottle [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Z-Ro] Today I feel like rolling through the city So I guess that's what I'm gonna do b**h you wanna ride, you gotta be a 20 You betta' if you a 10 then I don't want you And I want everybody to see me so I ride so slow Damn right that's what Ro gon' do 44 magnum pack a jacker put a cereal bullet hole on you I'm knock knock knocking on the truck like Jehovah's witnesses And I don't even know who b**h this is But everytime she come up for air she keep sayin' She wishin' her n***a had a dick this big Ho you betta' swallow every last Don't get none of that on my seats Baby thats a phantom my bad but p**y and titties And a** can't compete And there's something about when I drop my top It's like bustin' a nut And I wish a mutherf**er run up on me with that bullsh** I'mma beat him up and I won't spill my cup Homie I'm running on mayonnaise and mustard The 610 loop till the interstate Which one that don't matter add one of them motherf**ers Cause they can all take us to get the cake I remember my first car Canary yellow Cutla** With the brown door to drive by mobile I was eating and sleeping and living in I woulda traded a mattress for my mobile But nowadays when oil change just a couple of stacks Folks gave me and in the middle of falls gate highs And in the front big falls gate in the back [Hook x2]