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Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy

Story to Tell

Ja Rule

Belly

1998

I'm goin to hell
If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huh
Listen up I got a story to tell

Listen up I got a story to tell

Shit,

Self Evident

Ani DiFranco

So Much Shouting, So Much Laughter

2002

a weatherman 
To look around and see the weather 
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks 
And boy did he ever 

And we hold these truths to be self evident:

disband
Cause I don't need you to hold my hands
What I need is a fucking chance
Cause
There's so much out there I haven't explored
I'd rather be there than

Stay up Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head young nigga
'Cause it's hell

I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full

Florida smokin' on grade A in the breeze
Travelin' like an explorer, they cannot ignore him, cause I do not play by my cheese

It's the middle of the night

Story to Tell

Ja Rule

Belly [Clean]

1998

to God, know I'm goin' to hell
If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huh
Listen up I got a story to tell

Listen up I got a story to tell

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

down, country boys don’t do it like me 
When you got a Florida boy
She got a cowgirl hat and the matching boots
She talking in my ears saying u too cute

haters all up on my Boto
And I ain't ever gonna give em promo
Hell no, it's the Hilo boy anthem
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Time

haters all up on my Boto
And I ain't ever gonna give em promo
Hell no, it's the Hilo boy anthem
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Time

haters all up on my Boto
And I ain't ever gonna give em promo
Hell no, it's the Hilo boy anthem
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Time

N- N- N- Nothing like a dark South Florida boy
Said it's nothing like a dark South Florida boy
What's the boiling point
In yo city, with no tints

Vegas Residency

Paul Williams

Port of Miami 2

2019

I'm going to
Give my people game in this Port of Miami 2
I lost some weight, and now designers wanna get to know me
Givenchy poster boy, Naomi tryna

Florida boy I'm Florida grown that's how it be
Street fight and Sunday school in the same week
I try to honor God but sometimes I be weak
They be all

Money Dance

The-Dream

Black Market [Deluxe Version]

2015

Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer

Walk On Water

Gucci Mane

The Return of East Atlanta Santa

2016

the faucet drip
Hit ten hoes on my Florida trip
Like 21 Savage I slaughter them
Thirty thousand dollars I ordered it
Like Dae Dae, I spend this shit
Like

It's H***

Field Mob

From tha Roota to tha Toota

2002

Stay up
Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head young nigga, cause it's hell

I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full

still creeping for us
Black Airforce energy
Stomp a nigga in the street
Hit em with that Kenny G
Make his ass go to sleep
Florida boy we bring the heat

died
And now a hurricane's comin', but don't bother warnin'
Cuz my trailer got swallered by a sinkhole this mornin'

I'm a Florida Man
Now I'm livin' in

Aye
Dear momma
Aye Maria's son
Yea I love you
Aye

When I was young I got caught by the police 
My momma told me boy you better not sell them drugs

out of East Atlanta went Osama
They killed them Florida boys and baby mamas, bloody summer
It was major drama, word to my dope dealing mama
Before

Carter's straight
I then ran through the Florida State
I got money, drugs
Hoes in every part of the state
My Miami hideaway ocean view will catch you
I bring

the club surrounded
By bitches and fresh as hell
(You know what up) but my nine mixed with OG
Kush is my personal smell (It's Dolph)
I left the club doin'