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letra de big cadillac - golden goldies

[verse 1: golden warrior]
“two”
i drive a big cadillac
keep my homies [?], got ’em buyin’ my crack
i’m all about that
i wear fresh clothes straight out the fashion pile
my hoes walkin’ all up and down 8 mile
pimp up a b-tch at the drop of a hat
then have the little sl-t walkin’ all up and down mack

[verse 2: gold d]
money, b-tches, diamond rings
mackin’ hoes every day, that’s my thing
gold nuggets, golden [ropes on d ?]
at least twelve freaks all times on me
i hang with the players [?] quarter to ten
i ain’t about to lose, i’m about to win
and be the mack of the year, yeah that’s me
straight from oakland, mackin’ player [?]

[verse 3: gold double b]
g-o-l-d
gold double b, gold double b
six, three, six, three
six three imapala, thrix see impala
one, six, one, six
sixteen switches, sixteen switches
lots of, lots of
lots of freaks on my nuts
[verse 4: rold gold]
who knows hoes like no one knows?
rold gold from the goldies does
sell them cheap, they don’t got clothes
i stuff cocaine up in their nose
rows and rows of b-tches and hoes
ten bucks up with three or more
rub your toes, work your hose
get your [knot ?], strike a pose

[verse 5: golden jelly]
i f-ck b-tches, hoes, g string [bros ?]
l!ck on my nuts, suck on my b-lls
i’m the big wig golden jelly
you l!ck my b-lls even though they smelly
sweaty, stinky, sticky stank
you just keep l!ckin’ ’cause you like the bank
mink, plush, big gold rush
i take a sh-t and let my b-tches flush

[verse 6: [?]]
well i’m a pimp-ass player, i thought you knew
and i’m kickin’ these fresh-ass rhymes for you
another one bites the dust
so you know i think it’s a must
to stick my d-ck in this b-tch
’cause she’s just a big sl-t
so i stuck it, i [flipped ?] it, i smacked it down
and then i left that b-tch with a fat-ass frown
’cause i’m a player, a pimp, i got no doubt
you know i freak that sh-t so i’m out
i’m out, i’m out, i’m out
i’m out, i’m out, [?] b-tch
[verse 7: golden rocks]
[?] crack, rollin’ down town
i’m golden rocks, baddest [?] around
chillin’ at the disco
all kinds of hoochies, one steps up
do you know me? yeah i know you, b-tch
you stand on the corner and i’m the money man
with pockets like time warner
she said, “i’ll do you for a fifty”
i smacked her in the face and get f-cked for free
’cause i’m a pimp, a og, gangstas know whats up
i’m out, i’m out, i’m out
what about that, sauerkraut?

[verse 8: golden sp-ckalantie]
it’s sp-ckalantie, the golden boy
i pimp hoes, b-tches, [?]
[?] super fly
always mack hoes, i don’t know why
i guess that’s why i’m in the golden clique
i love to squeeze a ho, i love to mack a b-tch
make money, lots of green, mack

[verse 9: golden gram]
a young caucasian bustin’ a rhyme
to a beat so funky, fresh, and fine
some would even call me a minor miracle
[?] and the girlies go hysterical
smooth when i bust a move to a grove
so show improve ’til your face turns blue
gram comin’ at ya with a blunt in your eye
i know [?] but don’t cry, and i’m fly
bye-bye
[chorus: golden warrior & golden jelly]
i drive a big cadillac
i drive a big cadillac (yeah, b-tches)
i drive a big cadillac ([?])
i drive a big cadillac (spud, tell me where you at)

[verse 10: golden spud]
golden spud rollin’ on gratiot
playin’ that funky sh-t
chillin’ on the corner, clockin’ the [knot ?]
smilin’ like mister [endicott ?]
many rings, many chains
i’m so shiny, it makes birds sing
gold in my mouth, gold on my shoes
so much gold, got [?] to lose

[verse 11: gold digger]
ten, twenty, thirty, forty
[?]
you might see one at the corner stuck
when you go out [?] get in your car
you drive over the b-tch and you just go “ah!”
i feel so funky
i feel so funky
i feel so funky
yeah
that’s it

- golden goldies

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