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MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS lyrics : "White Walls feat. ScHoolboy Q and Hollis"

[Intro: Macklemore]
I wanna be free, I wanna just live
Inside my Cadillac, That is my %#@!

Now 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 (*##$ (biatch)

Can't see me through my tints (nah ah)
I'm riding real slow (slow motion)
In my paint wet drippin shinin' like my 24's (umbrella)

I ain'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 old English in that brown paper bag
I'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had
Hello haters, Damn y'all mad

30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?


Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky

I shine, the city never looked so bright

[Verse 1: Macklemore]

Man I'm lounging in some %#@! 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 $#[email protected] 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 whip but 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 about paint either

But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours
And roll on over to the dealer
And I found the car, junior, problem with this geezer

Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming


[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Backwoods and dope

White hoes in the backseat snorting [email protected]%!e
She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes
I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind

Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on
14 years out so excuse me and my necklace was gone
Stealing portions of his liquor, water in his Patron

Drivin and smiling like I won the $#[email protected] lottery homes
($#[email protected]' lottery homes)
Tires with the spokes on it and the Vogues too

Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns all on
My dogs hanging out the window
Young as whoosh, $#[email protected] like we ball

Tryna $#[email protected] em all, kill the $#[email protected] whips
See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad (*##$
Slap her booty with my balls

You can smoke the #[email protected], I was tearing down the walls
I'm mother$#[email protected]' Awe...
Some, swear these sights 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?

Or does she want it low?
Give this %#@! a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know
So we cool with ^!$$%s, my ^!$$% $#[email protected] the limit

Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it
Slide 'till the gas is finished, Q

[Hook x2]

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