White Walls (feat. ScHoolboy Q & Hollis) (Explicit)
Macklemore & Ryan Lewis« White Walls (feat. ScHoolboy Q & Hollis) (Explicit) » est une chanson de Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, 2012, Pop. La chanson dure 3:22, 83 lines / 639 words.
Paroles
0:00I wanna be free
0:02I wanna just live
0:04Inside my Cadillac
0:06That is my shit
0:08And I throw it up I throw that up
0:11That's what it is that's what it is
0:12In my C A D I L L A C bitch biatch
0:17Can't see me through my tints nah ah
0:19I'm riding real slow slow motion
0:21In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24's umbrella
0:25I don't got 24's no oh
0:28But I'm on those vogues
0:29That's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes
0:34Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag
0:38I'm going in that same whip that my granddad had
0:42Hello haters
0:44Damn y'all mad
0:4630k on the Caddy, now how about cack wrapped is that?
0:50I got that off black Cadillac, midnight drive
0:54Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time
0:58I'm rollin' out, roof off, lettin' in sky
1:02I shine, the city never looked so bright
1:06Man I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of
1:11Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish
1:13Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage
1:15Can I hit the freeway? I'm legally going 120
1:17Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
1:19They cannot catch me, I'm smashing
1:20I'm ducking bucking them out here
1:21I'm like go fuckin their tastic, I am up in a classic
1:23Now I know what it's like under the city lights
1:25Riding into the night, driving over the bridge
1:27The same one we walked across as kids
1:28Knew I'd have a whippin', never one like this
1:31Old school, old school
1:33Candy paint, two seater
1:35Yea, I'm from Seattle
1:36There's hella Honda Civics
1:37I couldn't tell you a dog paid either
1:40But I really want a Ducati so I put in the hours
1:43And walk on over to the dealer
1:44And I found the cars in there was a problem with this geezer
1:46Got the keys in his apples
1:47Well can I spin it screaming?
1:48I got that off black Cadillac, midnight drive
1:52Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time
1:55I'm rollin' out, roof off, lettin' in sky
2:00I shine, the city never looked so bright
2:04Bad boys and dope
2:06White hoes in the backseat snorting coke
2:08She doing line after line like she's writing rounds
2:10I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind
2:13Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on
2:1514 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone
2:17Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron
2:19Rather smilling like I won the fucking lottery homes
2:22Fucking lottery homes
2:22Tires with the spokes on it in the 4-2
2:25Most of the mayonnaise, keeping the buns on ‘em
2:27My dogs hanging out the window
2:28Yell as which, fuckin like in power
2:29Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps
2:31See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad bitch
2:33Slap her booty with my palms
2:34You can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls
2:36I'm motherfuckin' off
2:37Son, swear these eyes tryna hypnotize
2:40Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs
2:42See the lust stuck up in her eyes
2:43Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?
2:46Girl does she want it low?
2:47This shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know
2:49So we cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limit
2:50Got a window ticket for showing banks to end of slots and the gas was finished
2:53Q
2:54Off black Cadillac, midnight drive
2:58Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time
3:01I'm rollin' out, roof off, lettin' in sky
3:06I shine, the city never looked so bright
3:10I got that off black Cadillac, midnight drive
3:14Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time
3:18I'm rollin' out, roof off, lettin' in sky
3:22I shine, the city never looked so bright
I wanna be free I wanna just live Inside my Cadillac That is my shit And I throw it up I throw that up That's what it is that's what it is In my C A D I L L A C bitch biatch Can't see me through my tints nah ah I'm riding real slow slow motion In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24's umbrella I don't got 24's no oh But I'm on those vogues That's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag I'm going in that same whip that my granddad had Hello haters Damn y'all mad 30k on the Caddy, now how about cack wrapped is that? I got that off black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time I'm rollin' out, roof off, lettin' in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Man I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage Can I hit the freeway? I'm legally going 120 Easy weaving in and out of the traffic They cannot catch me, I'm smashing I'm ducking bucking them out here I'm like go fuckin their tastic, I am up in a classic Now I know what it's like under the city lights Riding into the night, driving over the bridge The same one we walked across as kids Knew I'd have a whippin', never one like this Old school, old school Candy paint, two seater Yea, I'm from Seattle There's hella Honda Civics I couldn't tell you a dog paid either But I really want a Ducati so I put in the hours And walk on over to the dealer And I found the cars in there was a problem with this geezer Got the keys in his apples Well can I spin it screaming? I got that off black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time I'm rollin' out, roof off, lettin' in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Bad boys and dope White hoes in the backseat snorting coke She doing line after line like she's writing rounds I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on 14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron Rather smilling like I won the fucking lottery homes Fucking lottery homes Tires with the spokes on it in the 4-2 Most of the mayonnaise, keeping the buns on ‘em My dogs hanging out the window Yell as which, fuckin like in power Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad bitch Slap her booty with my palms You can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls I'm motherfuckin' off Son, swear these eyes tryna hypnotize Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs See the lust stuck up in her eyes Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke? Girl does she want it low? This shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know So we cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limit Got a window ticket for showing banks to end of slots and the gas was finished Q Off black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time I'm rollin' out, roof off, lettin' in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright I got that off black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, lean back taking my time I'm rollin' out, roof off, lettin' in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright
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