Lyrics LateNightCadillac - BONES

LateNightCadillac

Bitch, no, I don’t think about it
No, we cannot look up at it
If he had it, I’mma find him
If he try,
Always lose just like the lossy
Always choose so we can
Bottom barrel, bitches fucking with panic, but you swear they does
Eating trash blunts, look at his face he swear he think he hot
Must be blind, must be deaf if he can’t hear us screaming SESH
Why he fear in the flesh? Better than who did it best
Season after season about to prove it yet a-fucking-gain
Shoes on the phone, I can never get them off, man
I need a 'mill, I need ash in my coffin
Off me
Listen, pussy, get her off me
Off me
Pussy, pussy, get her off me
It’s the late night Cadillac
Swinging like a Badillac
Bitches tryna' fuck with me
I know that they can’t handle that
It’s the late night Cadillac
Swinging like a Badillac
Bitches tryna' fuck with me
I know that they can’t handle that!
Late night Cadillac, late night Cadillac!