Lyrics:
Yeah yeah
Uh
Yeah
Sitting on top of albums of shit
You know
Hit me in the AM
You can catch me in a Brougham
Just sipping what I can
Hit me in the AM
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
down Brougham
This ain't a rap song this a broken down poem
On this road of life, straight bailing, I ain't stopping
Life's about choices but failures,
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'
Oh, yes it will
Baby, drop another slow jam
And all the lovers need to hold hands
And if you ain't got no man, hop up in my Brougham
I keep it
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
shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags
'Cause that's how we
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
in broke it in for the vacate
Car seat because I brought my Daughter
Brought my daughter
And I'm gone
Doing eighty five in a brougham
Eighty five in
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
the same for yours, been proven and shown
Yes my man had a Brougham
But this time he's not drivin' it home
With a knick-knack-slam-splack, you hit
fuckin with them stank hoes for?
[JT Money]
Check this out, I was loungin, coolin by the Brougham
A bitch comes up talkin bout, take her home
Yo,
[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
Bat cave
ATL, Georgia, what do we do for ya?
Bulldoggin' hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas
Boy, you soundin' silly, think my Brougham ain't sittin'
Brougham ain't sittin' pretty
Doin' doughnuts 'round you suckas like them circles around titties
Damn, we, the committee, gon' burn it down
But us gon'
But this is worse than the Dow Jones, your brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one slip, you are now gone
Welcome to Hell, where you
When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out
Cause I'm about to fuck up the program
Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham
When I'm shooting
is slightly pointed East
So flyin', or floatin', a Brougham is what I'm sportin'
Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin' in slow motion boi
So meet me
is slightly pointed East
So flyin', or floatin', a Brougham is what I'm sportin'
Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin' in slow motion boi
So meet me
of a drop-top Brougham
When I'm shooting let's see who drop
The police the media and suckers that went pop
And motherf***ers that say they too black
Put
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
Brougham ain't sittin' pretty
Doin' doughnuts 'round you suckas like them circles around titties
Damn, we, the committee, gon' burn it down
But us gon'
Dropped you off and seen you fishing on your raggedy brougham
Could of thumped you and the dog (you little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you show everybody
[Run] Now the things I do make me a star
And you can be too if you know who you are
[Kid] Like a Brougham on the corner, big boy in a car
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