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Nightcore - White Walls

I do not own the songs or pictures! Original: MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS - WHITE WALLS - FEAT. SCHOOLBOY Q AND HOLLIS Lyrics: 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 D I L L A C bitch (biatch) Can't see me through my tints (nah ah) I'm riding real slow (slow) In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24's (umbrella) I've 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 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? Got that all-stripe Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas type of lean that taking my time I'm blowin' that roof off, letting 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 on the 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? Got that all-stripe Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas type of lean that taking my time I'm blowin' that roof off, letting 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 (Talking lottery homes) Tires with the spikes 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 tapped 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 crookedville 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 Got that all-stripe Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas type of lean that taking my time I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Got that all-stripe Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas type of lean that taking my time I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Fair Use : "Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use."