bohemian fift - fleetwood lyrics
straight out the atl
bo feezy foe cheesy
check it out sugar baby
spinnin ole nat el 77 ceville
right hand leanin kinda heavy on the wheel
my baby blue powder polish still bend corners on college hill
cut duck and dip on my way to blueberry hill sugar tongue!!
the doobie roller still poppin pills when
i chill i pop peel still i pop pills
do play ill chill pop and peel cornerstore bread winner
give chicks head for dinner
ride em in laxs made for pimps players and ministers sinister flow all natural like
hoes in dashikis cut em up in the back of the lac on the sneaky freak freaky
freak freaky and
all they heard was (car tire screeching sound) three wheels out the back i’m doing 80 with
380’s trying to free h. rap three wheels out the trap i’m doing 80 with
380’s trying to free h. rap
chorus: fleetwood cadillac we ride bars and spit with old folk that will smoke ya sick up in the
fleetwood cadillac
check out my grill wood grain dash and steering wheel whitewall burnin tracks at will in the
fleetwood cadillac
classic baby blue chassy rims poking out so far you couldn’t pass me in the fleetwood cadillac music bangin so loud can’t hear the words out my own mouth
we jump from holly to fleetwood and f+ck with them burnt goods and since they burn our churches smokes coming out the hood
ain’t no coming out the hood yet that thinking no good smoking goody all good plus we hustle all goods for freedom we all should let our hair go free this goes out to all bohemians my n+gga huey p fly by night garvietes and the mic
robert nester marley and the nyc
in the fleetwood cadillac caught a smack from a biker hitchhiking caught a flat d+ck riding i ain’t lying never buying no trying no dust play the track hit the clutch pray my n+gga got a dutch!!
chorus: fleetwood cadillac we ride bars and spit with old folk that will smoke ya sick up in the
fleetwood cadillac check out my grill wood grain dash and steering wheel whitewall burnin tracks at will in the
fleetwood cadillac classic baby blue chassy rims poking out so far you couldn’t pass me in the fleetwood cadillac music bangin so loud can’t hear the words out my own mouth
introducing mr sure shot off them rims and tires who skims them trims like wires cut them chords pop them locks and skate
leave the scene in 12 seconds flat screw drive in the ignition leave that colummn intact
it used to be honda accords now it’s fleetwood cadillacs i got a soul savin haven help men escape their car payments
on bricks in the bricks lift your sh+t up off the pavement live
nj driving arriving styling profiling hot whips we dive in car alarms no harm or deterrent the only exception use car bombs
low jacks ain’t jack cuz we too high for that
sunroof diamond in the back come on we done p+wn that!
lean low in the chariot sittin in the cadillac brohme
in the fleetwood cadillac
in the fleetwood cadillac
in the fleetwood cadillac
in the fleetwood cadillac
in the fleetwood cadillac
in the fleetwood cadillac
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