Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Day In The Life (Caddilac Doors), artist - Mannie Fresh.
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Day In The Life (Caddilac Doors) |
This is a day in the life |
See I make big money, and I fuck niggas wives |
And I only skate twenty-fo's |
Young pimpin still slammin them Chevrolet doors |
This is a day in the life |
See I make big money, and I fuck niggas wives |
And I only skate twenty-fo's |
Young pimpin still slammin them Cadillac doors |
Got my old school Chevelle, and it’s ruby and brown |
And the car make that «vroom-vroom, schrrrr"sound |
When I pass by ya place, they say «turn down the bass» |
But I keep on turnin it up |
I know ya don’t like me, talkin about’cha wan' fight me |
Jump brave dame, show me what’s up |
Movin on to some other thangs, I just want some chicken wangs |
With a lil' barbecue sauce |
Say my money young honey, what the fuck, is you a dummy? |
Shit, actin like yo ass is the boss |
That sign say McDonalds, not Mac’Kims |
Actin like you’re shy, with them dirty ass Tim’s |
Move over, Range Rover |
I’m comin in this bitch much colder |
In a chromed-out, shagged-down Escalade |
Bass turned up, sittin peanut-butter suede |
I’m thirty-five years old, and I’m filthy rich |
And by the way dude, I been fuckin ya bitch |
And I got her buck-naked, ridin up in the Vette |
And every time she see me, young pussy get wet |
You might love your baby-momma, but I like her a lot |
For real though dude, you ain’t got what I got |
And that lil' girl buddy, she look like Wayne |
Maybe you should think about changin a name |
I got another story, let me tell ya how it go |
'Bout a football nigga, that was fuckin my ho |
He was hangin with the tramp, like day and night |
But what dude don’t know, is that I’m fuckin his wife |
And by the way mistaaaa, I even fucked ya sistaaaa |
I got’cha momma fucked up, payin all of my bills |
And your grandmother bought me some spinnin wheels |
I stay sharp from my head, to my belt, to my toes |
Call me «Rubber-Band Man"cause I keep bank rolls (Damn) |
These rookie view, but don’t attempt this at home |
Unless ya paint super-wet, and ya rims fully grown |
A lot of y’all niggas say I shine to much |
Weeelll, kiss my ass, y’all can suck my fuckin nuts |
Got lil' chrome jets, with livin room sets |
And every time I pass, your baby-momma turn her neck |
When I come through, bitches go «ohhhhhh» |
Niggas go «whooo you», nigga I’m a show you |
I’m sharpest that’cha ever seen, pimpin stay super-clean |
Shoes to the pants, to the shirt do me on the scene |
Five-million dead white boys in the bank |
And the check that the Williams brothers gave me is blank |
Got five-million nigga, put away for the fam' |
And five-million comin, nigga shit got-damn! |