Lyrics:
Americano want O facing the dirt
Because they Women Crush Wednesdays want to get me all my paperwork
Fuck Trump
I bump from New York to Fort Lauderdale
I done seen a lot of this, I done did a lot of shit
I done hit it off the bat, I done seen a lot of that
I be out in Fort Lauderdale
Getting money
hungry I ate
I was at Fort Lauderdale
Struggle and stress on my brain
Trying so hard to maintain
Me and terror in the paint
We came from the bottom
We had
It's the place I call my home
I enjoy most every season
But the summer's when I play
Sarasota for the weekend
Left Fort Lauderdale today
If you're ever
and leave my left pocket in Neiman's
When the Faygo went for 59 cent, I was Prada coppin
In Fort Lauderdale, shoppin' corns with my Rasta partner
If I had
Ando en polo che y jeans like a florida nigga
La cubana bling que me llega hasta la barriga
'Toy en un putero por Fort Lauderdale
Just another
be doin the mass
So when I see em in the club all I got up and laughed
From Nashville to Fort Lauderdale
Houston Texas to the ATL
From the Frisco Bay
I fly first class
Weeks at the Four Seasons
All my bitches be bad everything's great
Fort Lauderdale, hosting MTV Spring Break
Niggas hate but kiss
you hatin' I'm chasin' fortune and fame
I got every ghetto bitch screamin my name
Nigga rap in the South I started that
It wasn't cool to be country
I'm a fucking shame, huh? Yeah, I know, yeah, I know
I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes
I go out my way just to get my 'dro and my
the heat see how
I'm holding the fort, sick
I'll twist a nigga's shit just
Like a fucking contortionist
It's bang bully bust rhymes
I'm coming to squash shit
back on your homies, they depend on ya
Whens is you gon' boss?
Back against the wall, nigga gotta hold the fort down
Whens is you gon' boss?
Fuck
against the wall got to
Hold the fort down when is you gonna boss
Fuck nigga crying talkin' about
He ain't eating you going boss
Too much blood like a new
don't deserve to ride while I'm driving in that Porsha (Facts)
My house is my country property line be my border (Facts)
I'm half country, half city, you
another hit upon this jungle drum
Ghost squad tun up watch the whole club tumble down
Osive on the beat - yeah the drummer boy goes ropopompom
Wer kann der
repentis mage
Jyraya chuis en pèlerinage
Je pars d'Ithaque avec l'équipage
J'arrive dans le club
D'Amy Winehouse
Je vise le Nirvana
J'aiguise mon flow
vir ca niente s'avver
Aiutt ca Dio t'aiut ricn addu me
Ra quann fra' stev araput ancor o' Bambuleo
Nuje sott e cass abballavm int a Hill Country Club
Si j'me ffiche-a, y a mes khos qui m'sauvent
Si t'es fort comme Rocky faut qu'ils sautent
On vise le dix fois dix fois dix
Pas l'trente-sept six
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