Lyrics:
hear the sweet soul music?
Can't you see that I'm in love?
Me and my baby
We take the long way home
Everybody looks to see
My Cadillac Fleetwood
my buddy's parts off the sand
CTS, Talisman
96 Fleetwood Brougham
Parked by a rotten log
Waking up far from home
I thought I was getting some golden
Won Gone
Then I stab out, with my ham sandwich, Fleetwood Brougham
Break a bitch, pimp shit, L-are-P's
Long Range Pimping hoe, overseas
Whites
the Brougham
Ma ma ma
Oh
My purple spotted Caddy
Oh
Girls call me daddy
You know it
My purple spotted Caddy
Mmhmm
Girls call me daddy
Won Gone
Then I stab out, with my ham sandwich, Fleetwood Brougham
Break a bitch, pimp shit, L-R-P's
Long Range Pimpin' hoe, overseas
Whites
sweet
Chokin' on that doja sweet
Sippin' on that sizzurp
The '84 Brougham on them blades
Twenty-inch chrome
Sippin' on that doja sweet
Sippin' on that
Fleetwood Brougham 1984
My A/C broke
Plus I got super strong arms cuz I ain't
Got no power windows
Indo
Homie rollin in the back
But I
Got me
delinquent
'fore I was gone, and I'm on my way home
My momma's coming to get me
In a fleetwood brougham
She puts a jacket on my back
And hands me a comb
We
[repeat 4x]
[Mike Jones]
mike jones who?
mike jones jones jones
i got swishahouse and big wheel inside my cadillac
im grippin wood in my fleetwood while my
and ask you if we could go out together
But if you were a Mercedes-Benz, I'd have to be a Fleetwood Brougham
And ev'ry time I saw you rollin'
Fell in love with a Cadillac
Trunk turn flip, like a acrobat
Broke up with my foreign car
And fell in love with a Cadillac -
Trunk turn flip, like
a wealthy community
She's a class act
A Fleetwood Cadillac
And she likes his company
'Cause he's a gentle man
Keeps his hands to himself
She says, Can't
in the alley"
Ham sandwich meant Brougham Cadillac
Quarter inch stripes, wheel kit on the back
It was snotty nose, that means the extra chrome
Plate
Like a champagne good time
And there ain't nothing so fine
As a real high-tone cadillac brougham
El dorado.. i'm a cadillac, i'm a cadillac
In my
along
I went from a Camaro to a Fleetwood Brougham
My sack in the back my strap in my lap
Room to the back
Rolling through the neighborhood
Checking my
Cadillac but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth
So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup
All platinum bill with
Cadillac fleetwood how I touch the ground
To all of y'all that's sleeping y'all can hear me now
Set back in the donk play the song loud
I love it...
in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
Askin' where we come from, South Post slums
It's just two dope boys in a Cadillac
It's just two
in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
Askin' where we come from, South Post slums
It's just two dope boys in a Cadillac
It's just two
[Chorus]
I put 24 inches on the Brougham
Call my baddest bitch and tell her daddy comin' home
Pull up at the light and them thangs keep spinnin'
I'm
I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?
Puttin' powder on the streets
'Cause I got big fuckin' nuts
Comin' back from Louisiana in a Fleetwood
a submarine
So scream when you hear the team of two
My crew be thick as two fat hoes sitting off in a Brougham
I'm packing my tag backwards if you want to be
a submarine
So scream when you hear the team of two
My crew be thick as two fat hoes sitting off in a Brougham
I'm packing my tag backwards if you want to be
toastin' in a Fleetwood Brougham
I'm zonin'
And I'll be back tomorrow mornin'
I got a secret for you
Something you'll never find
That only I can show
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