| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
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| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
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| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
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| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
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| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
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| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
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| Ay, hop out the '64, dumpin' clips, smoking cigarillos
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| A young Latino, knocking bass and I’m packing C notes
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| You know my stilo, sippin' 40's wit' pimps and kinfolks
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| Stepping in the function, with alizé and a brand new nympho
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| Me and them other boys ain’t cut off the same brick
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| I been, soaked up with game, now motherfuckers can’t hang with
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| Them neighbors creased up, open mouth them gold teefus'
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| Don’t be bangin' on my line unless you talkin' them big bucks
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| They is swangin' off the curb my bond is my fucking word
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| Blood is thicker than water but water quenchin' in my thirst
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| I don’t trust in nobody, these streets just getting too cold
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| As I, stand on my toes, grip on the .44
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| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
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| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
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| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
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| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
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| Poured out the first sip of my 40 for my dead homies
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| Postin' and smokin' inside of the cut I’m by my lonely
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| Stackin' my paper, mack can come in exotic flavors
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| Don’t got no time for you pussy bustas and instigators
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| I kick my feet up, Gucci bag, inside all my heaters
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| You see the cannon will knock you down and leave you in pieces
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| The clock is ticking, fingers itching, no room for slipping
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| Play your position, Rami came in through with the Magician
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| I live my life like I might die tomorrow
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| There’s no point of feelin' sorrow
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| Cause all of my time is borrowed
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| I been knockin' on Death’s door hoping I can get in
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| My time’s wasted by drugs and the shit I get in
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| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
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| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
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| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
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| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
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| I’m in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
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| Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac |