Lyrics:
beat it up till I tame her
Mississippi florida march wobble that ass
Louisiana Georgia march wobble that ass texas Arizona march wobble that ass
bought the gas, you brought the feels and
Some nights baby girl it didn’t seem real
There was something in your smile
That made that year so damn wild
the damn thing bled
Foreman sewed the muscle up with tarp patch thread
Sit me by the camp, gonna have the cook clean pans
And scrub them down with Georgia
the game gon' put him in the ring, baby, ding-ding-ding (ding)
Ball like Telfar Sebastian (Sebastian)
Got a MILF, ain't worried in your caption (caption)
dirty south florida water general chicago nigga cemetery
the consensual validity of gone off in the muck,
spread all out with style but no
a Florida bitch
That type to hit you ten times for a quarter flip
I smoke my last blunt damn that's when the boredom hit
Hit up Supa nigga I just need another
and Montana
Florida-Georgia line, Carolinas and KC-MO
ways
You wanted to hop trains
And made plans to go to Florida
But I hope you crash your fucking car
When you cross lines through Georgia
"Oh, Krystal,
captain crunch
I'm spending days with the weight on my shoulder
I carry my team so now I got a hunch
Baby I'm usually opposed to get dirty
But if you eat
on my ear, like a telephone
City want me near, but I'm never home
Baby, my career like a cemetery
Whole thing set in stone
God damn! Let me talk a little
Georgia.
You know thangs like that
I like Keepwater (??) Mississippi, you know, Florida
All them places like that, small town
Still love for LA and Chicago,
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City to Florida City, Opa-Locka
Set of big wheels every time I ride
Shawty said she wanted me to cum inside
That aint gona happen even if ya tubes tied
Im from florida baby i got
straight line's the crookest way anywhere
So don't be swayed by these fools
Live your life right, baby pa, you know the rules
Never ever show disrespect
But Back to the story line
I see I’m about 20 away I tell her baby get ready I’m almost to ya place
I pull up in the front
She hop up in the whip
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah) (cut it up)
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh (ayy, ayy, ayo)
Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh,
Georgia
Linked in my resume not recorded
I know i ain't been around but
Life got me puzzled I'm tryna get that in order
Still I'mma Go though my days but
baby niggas
I know niggas from Florida, lil' Haiti niggas
Fifteen niggas in one crib, it was all of us
It was all or nothin'
Momma on my line
that I had found Captain Uptown in my Hometown
Lemme see you twerk sumn'
Work sumn'
Ah Ah Ah Yeah
We be straight up Georgia Ave
Start at Florida
Ludacris-
I wanna get in the Georgia dome on the fifty yard line
When the dirty birds kick the tree
And if you like in the club we can do it
In the DJ booth
She my paradise
She my paradise
And she know it's right
Aww yeah
Aww yeah
Turn up
Damn, she bad as fuck
She's my paradise
Keep her by my side, I keep
Georgia peach and Florida oranges
You should come with me when I start touring
Your competition pressed but just ignore them
Niggas shoot they shot with you
Florida oranges and Georgia peaches
When they nice and ripe, they the best for eatin'
All southern boys, we crave a full slice of pie
After they main
Florida oranges and Georgia peaches
When they nice and ripe, they the best for eatin'
All southern boys, we crave a full slice of pie
After they main
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