Boxframe Cadillac ('83 Deville Mix) Lyrics - Baby Face Killa - Freddie Gibbs

Even if it's raining I must be your drop of tide 

That's some other silly shit niggas do when they have the time 

Homie we don't give a damn we rolling we ain't tryin' to stop 

Most likely we get all foreign we dogging it like it's a boxframe cadillac 

As I maintain from main layer 

We wetter than a lake gon fresh paint 

Gutlets with candy cane 

Niggas run up on the cane and get stained 

Back 90 melted brain 

Clig at ass dancing with every colour 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 mistake like burn had the mask check the murder rate 

Nigga on my chain and got enough to get your murder case 

Made this fate, I got somebody's under this Gucci buckle 

Then G on my feet your family nigga reach out and touch you 

All the way from the east side to ivy now all my niggas mayor 

Queens but no dramas so catch these hollas or catch the fare 

Rolling solo yolo not calling coppers and bread 

Homie so goin' off this dope then I pass the blunt to my dead homie 

They call me Freddie 4G I don't fuck that vodka 

Cop that handy in a minute we bust the bottle 

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Even if it's raining I must be your drop of tide 

That's some other silly shit niggas do when they have the time 

Homie we don't give a damn we rolling we ain't tryin' to stop 

Most likely we get all foreign we dogging it like it's a boxframe cadillac 

Today I feel like rolling through the city 

So I guess that's what I'm gonna do 

Bitch 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 guess what we all gonna do 

44 magnum pack a deck put a cereal bullet hole on you 

I knock knock knocking on the truck like Jehovah's witnesses 

And I don't even know who bitch this is 

But everytime she come up for air she keep sayin' 

She wishin' her nigga got a dick this big 

Hoe you betta' swallow even ass drop 

Don't get none of that on my seats 

Baby there's a fan on my bed with pussy and titties 

And ass can't compete 

And there's something about when I drop my top 

It's like bust down the nuts 

And watch out the motherfucker run up with the bullshit 

I'ma beat 'em up and I'ma spill my guts 

Homie I'm running on mayonnaise and mustard 

the 60th loop till the innerstate 

Which one that don't matter add one of them motherfuckers 

'Cause they can all take us to get the cake 

I remember my first car Canary yellow curtains 

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 all 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 

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Even if it's raining I must be your drop of tide 

That's some other silly shit niggas do when they have the time 

Homie we don't give a damn we rolling we ain't tryin' to stop 

Most likely we get all foreign we dogging it like it's a boxframe cadillac