[{"id":22766593,"name":"Group Chats (Purpose) (feat. Trae Tha Truth)","trackName":"Group Chats (Purpose) (feat. 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gangsta tippin on somethin with\nSomethin, then to get rid of the plexers\n\nI fell in love with my Coupe DeVille\nIt's on us the truth's the truth for real\nScrapin the back down these Southwest streets\nGot a few teeth in the grill loose for real\nBeat pumps two to the front, one to the\nBack, one wheel glidin I glidin like that\n3-0-7 Rebuilt with all chrome, hundred\nSpoke Dayton's with the two chrome's\nNext week I'm in somethin from the lowrider book\nComin shorties how low does a lowrider look\nGet a switch on boss get your lowrider\nTook, in 98 I use to be a lowrider crook\nBig wheels and dawgs Sedan DeVille's, when\nI ride I'm with hand and with hand and steel\nCocked up on three and got it standin still, I'm\nIn the attic wonder when I'm gon land and chill\n\nI woke up with my foreign car, fell in love with the Cadillac\nWhen it come to Cadillac's straight out that Memphis\n\nI'm never stayin focused, always smokin\nPresidential organ always chokin, nigga I drink up all your purple\nIf I find that shit that shit be potent\nMay not get high fuck that shit\nYo baby momma out here suckin my dick\nI'ma make her pay me that child support\nI'm a pimp tryna make it rich, if\nYou really wanna get high let me know\nI'll tell C.B. let you hit that blow, we can\nRide in the Cadillac way in the fuckin back\nHittin hoes just hoppin in homes, then\nTake a lot of freaks to the hotel room\nSystem on blast you can hear that boom, may I'ma pop bout two three X\nAnd drop my drawers and take this joint\n\nSee in the M-town we snort that blow\nTurn around and whoop then whoop our hoes\nTake me a big gulp full of that drank\nNow my heart don't know what to think\nFirst I had 'em beatin fast, now I knock em knock em slow\nSniff a little more of this sniff a little more\nOf that, leave a mill in the middle of the road\nClosed up my foreign doors, opened up my American doors\nSeven sedan Sedan DeVille, 84's and 20 inch vogues\nChandelier hangin from the top, fish tank lit up in the glass box\nBut I had to put the joint in Chevy, cause\nThe real wanna kick it from the King box\n\nI woke up with my foreign car, fell in love with the Cadillac\nWhen it come to Cadillac's straight out that Memphis\n\nFeds home pull up in a Lac cocked up, 22 inch chrome bags popped up\nDiamonds in our mouth cash stocked up\nIce game sick so the game locked up\nNine wood head wood headlights on, fifth\nWith the trunk but the trunk moved on\nFly through the hood with the six 12's on\nSealed in the kush super kush to the dome\n19 In the game only love for my Lac\nNever love me, swang swang to the left\nWhile I'm huggin the frame try to take mine\nYou be huggin the stand like I'm huggin a lane\nI'm the man with the Cadillac, I'm the man with\nThe Cadillac, I'm the man with the Cadillac\nI'm the man with the Cadillac, I'm the man with\nThe Cadillac, I'm the man with the Cadillac\n\nI woke up with my foreign car, fell in love with the Cadillac\nWhen it come to Cadillac's straight out that Memphis\nI'm a 24 inch black Fleetwood glider\nTipping the block, the drop's where the drop's sit wider\nLord knows haters mad when the Lac fly by\nCall it what you want, but the Lac stay way live-r\n\nI got that candy red, with extra gloss\nHeads drop, when they see me floss\nTubed up Trae, on a sunny day\nHolla at J-Town, and my boy Lil Boss\nTrunk stay popping, and hoes stay bopping\nCause the swangers poking, and the blades stay chopping\nBeeped with the Feds still watching\nAnd the Fed-Ex truck, right down the street plottin'\nDrop the top, if the sun don't shine\nSipping on something potent, puffing on pine\nSlow Loud And Bangin', in the candy slab line\nDown here in H-Town, it go down\nOld school Chevys, and throw back Lacs\nSwangers and Vogues, with a trunk that crack\nThis is down here in the Third Coast\nHouston Texas, at the bottom of the map baby","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cadillac\n  artist: Trae Tha Truth\n  album: Restless\n  duration_ms: 360000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I woke up with my foreign car, fell in love with the Cadillac\n  When it come to Cadillac's straight out that Memphis\n  I woke up with my foreign car, fell in love with the Cadillac\n  When it come to Cadillac's straight out that Memphis\n\n  I woke up thinkin foreign car, but the\n  Cadillac got a nigga sittin in a daze\n  24'S sittin switch sittin sideways, straight slippin\n  Through the hood like I'm runnin through a maze\n  Find me trunk open with the top back, one\n  Deep in the front two freaks in the back\n  Haters mad at me cause I'm M.V.P. stats, better\n  Give me 50 deep cause I'm good with the gat\n  Good with the track like I'm good with the hands\n  5Th Tech I'm battlin like I'm battle of the bands\n  New Benz lights and they run about a grand, and the\n  Trunk full of liquor so they know that I'm the man\n  Me Paul Wall and a slab out of Texas\n  In a Cadillac had to get rid of the Lexus\n  Rather be gangsta tippin on somethin with\n  Somethin, then to get rid of the plexers\n\n  I fell in love with my Coupe DeVille\n  It's on us the truth's the truth for real\n  Scrapin the back down these Southwest streets\n  Got a few teeth in the grill loose for real\n  Beat pumps two to the front, one to the\n  Back, one wheel glidin I glidin like that\n  3-0-7 Rebuilt with all chrome, hundred\n  Spoke Dayton's with the two chrome's\n  Next week I'm in somethin from the lowrider book\n  Comin shorties how low does a lowrider look\n  Get a switch on boss get your lowrider\n  Took, in 98 I use to be a lowrider crook\n  Big wheels and dawgs Sedan DeVille's, when\n  I ride I'm with hand and with hand and steel\n  Cocked up on three and got it standin still, I'm\n  In the attic wonder when I'm gon land and chill\n\n  I woke up with my foreign car, fell in love with the Cadillac\n  When it come to Cadillac's straight out that Memphis\n\n  I'm never stayin focused, always smokin\n  Presidential organ always chokin, nigga I drink up all your purple\n  If I find that shit that shit be potent\n  May not get high fuck that shit\n  Yo baby momma out here suckin my dick\n  I'ma make her pay me that child support\n  I'm a pimp tryna make it rich, if\n  You really wanna get high let me know\n  I'll tell C.B. let you hit that blow, we can\n  Ride in the Cadillac way in the fuckin back\n  Hittin hoes just hoppin in homes, then\n  Take a lot of freaks to the hotel room\n  System on blast you can hear that boom, may I'ma pop bout two three X\n  And drop my drawers and take this joint\n\n  See in the M-town we snort that blow\n  Turn around and whoop then whoop our hoes\n  Take me a big gulp full of that drank\n  Now my heart don't know what to think\n  First I had 'em beatin fast, now I knock em knock em slow\n  Sniff a little more of this sniff a little more\n  Of that, leave a mill in the middle of the road\n  Closed up my foreign doors, opened up my American doors\n  Seven sedan Sedan DeVille, 84's and 20 inch vogues\n  Chandelier hangin from the top, fish tank lit up in the glass box\n  But I had to put the joint in Chevy, cause\n  The real wanna kick it from the King box\n\n  I woke up with my foreign car, fell in love with the Cadillac\n  When it come to Cadillac's straight out that Memphis\n\n  Feds home pull up in a Lac cocked up, 22 inch chrome bags popped up\n  Diamonds in our mouth cash stocked up\n  Ice game sick so the game locked up\n  Nine wood head wood headlights on, fifth\n  With the trunk but the trunk moved on\n  Fly through the hood with the six 12's on\n  Sealed in the kush super kush to the dome\n  19 In the game only love for my Lac\n  Never love me, swang swang to the left\n  While I'm huggin the frame try to take mine\n  You be huggin the stand like I'm huggin a lane\n  I'm the man with the Cadillac, I'm the man with\n  The Cadillac, I'm the man with the Cadillac\n  I'm the man with the Cadillac, I'm the man with\n  The Cadillac, I'm the man with the Cadillac\n\n  I woke up with my foreign car, fell in love with the Cadillac\n  When it come to Cadillac's straight out that Memphis\n  I'm a 24 inch black Fleetwood glider\n  Tipping the block, the drop's where the drop's sit wider\n  Lord knows haters mad when the Lac fly by\n  Call it what you want, but the Lac stay way live-r\n\n  I got that candy red, with extra gloss\n  Heads drop, when they see me floss\n  Tubed up Trae, on a sunny day\n  Holla at J-Town, and my boy Lil Boss\n  Trunk stay popping, and hoes stay bopping\n  Cause the swangers poking, and the blades stay chopping\n  Beeped with the Feds still watching\n  And the Fed-Ex truck, right down the street plottin'\n  Drop the top, if the sun don't shine\n  Sipping on something potent, puffing on pine\n  Slow Loud And Bangin', in the candy slab line\n  Down here in H-Town, it go down\n  Old school Chevys, and throw back Lacs\n  Swangers and Vogues, with a trunk that crack\n  This is down here in the Third Coast\n  Houston Texas, at the bottom of the map baby\n"}]