Mr. P - Bumpin in my cadi

I be bumpin' in my Cadillac, I be bumpin' in my Gatling
I be bumpin' in my Cadillac, I be bumpin' in my Gatling
I be bumpin' in my Cadillac, I be bumpin' in my Gatling
I be bumpin' in my Cadillac, I be bumpin' in my Gatling

I be bumpin' in my Cadillac, I be bumpin' in my Gatling
Where you ridin' in the front, where you ridin' in the back
Don't get your dirty fingers all up on my glass
When you ridin' in my whip, you need to show some class

Pre-requisites, big ol' titties and some ass
Ridin' Caddy, so you know my mode is kinda fast
No rush on a player, just tryna cut my cash
As I roll through your hood, cuttin' up on the dash

Mr. P, Cadillac G, number one on the street
Killer, can't keep all these fiends
Every night, they just keep on callin' me
If I knew this how it be, no regrets and no retreat

Keep on makin' music for the streets
Dropped to you exclusively, by that player Mr. P
TKO on the beat, big pimpin', know it's me
Escalade, DeVille, El Dorado, you know it's me

Big pimpin' with a C
He be bumpin' in my Cadillac, bumpin' in my Cadillac
Bumpin' in my Cadillac, bumpin' in my Cadillac
He be bumpin' in my Cadillac, bumpin' in my Cadillac

Bumpin' in my Cadillac

Written by:
Stephen Amarillas

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