Lyrics:
with the shits so we know it goes down
Nigga we be flo’d out
Nigga we from Florida
Nigga we be flo’d out
Nigga we from Florida
We be flo’d out
Nigga we
blow, but that's how it goes.
A freddies on the corner now.
If you want to be a junkie wow.
Remember freddies dead.
We're all built up with
King Ro, bless the beat.
This goes out to the Florida Girl, Florida Girl, Florida Girl…
Give me something genuine, authentic. Let’s go…!
Slim thick
goes back juss like them splinters an 'em temps, uh
met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston,
said her profession was stackin
don't know, I used to be a graphic designer.
Florida, everyone runs around dancing, they're like the roaring 20s, like my mom goes up to people, my mom
Travon's girl call to speak to him, yeah yeah yeah
He was standing outside his daddy's home
He was all alone, on the cellphone
About 7:16 the call goes dead
I wrote a county song goes like this
Strum low and pretty slow just like this
I like the feel of the warm summer breeze
Won't you bring the voices
Now listen girl
Let's take a trip to the Florida Keys
Come on baby take a ride with me, yeah, yeah
Miles of ocean and it's 80 degrees
Sittin'
Throwin' money in the air like I just don't really care
I hate they raffling the Jordans, I just lost the last pair
My new chick out in Florida, she want me
goes to where he wants to be
Even if he wants to be dead
Florida, Florida, its a tropical paradise
Florida, Florida, there's no more perfect place
and love has branded me with its claws
Had to go to Florida, dodgin' them Georgia laws
Poor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of Gloom
Calls down to room
and fear
You live by the sword, you die, etcetera
And the same goes for an m-15
But what the hell
When freddy rings that bell
Just make certain that your
that barkley comin' out the roof
Choppin' major game on the strength
Man we goes back juss like them splinters an 'em temps, uh
Met this bitch that
the roof
Choppin' major game on the strength
Man, we goes back juss like them splinters an' 'em temps, uh
Met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was
products
Change to all the end
A superstitious mindset
With a hammer in the head
Blow your fucking brains out
Like Freddy once said
Lost grip on all reality
watch ya toes
They don't live by the code, anything goes
I can tell, they not raised by who they claim was g's
I can feel, when someone round me, who
Where's Mr. Voorhees, sir Freddy Krueger
Fuck Michael Myers, bitch on the bed begging me to do her
And that's how it goes, cuz my life is radical
them off to Pensacola
(Where's that)
If you ain't know that's in Florida
Making drops in the corolla
(In the corolla)
Trapphone Motorola (Prrrt prrrt)
Under all this pressure
Ever since a kid they couldn't measure
Now I'm in Florida, I'm a flow rida taking these lectures
I can't go back home, go
took my soul from me
I see you right there
You give me nightmares
Freddy Kruger
Freddy Kruger
Freddy Kruger
Like my ghost she goes where I go, oh
Like
Barkley comin' out the roof
Choppin' major game on the strength
Man we goes back juss like them splinters an' 'em temps uh
Met this bitch that was in
talking about me like you never met me but
Your tears are coming (like that)
Hard Georgia rain (like that)
East Texas flooding (like that)
Florida
to a goblin
Marijuana smoke
Lose a lung from the coughing
Bad bitches often
The drop's off of Collins
Third Rock goes hard
Call me Florida Man
Shout out my
the sun goes down in Florida
It goes up in California
If you leave just know the party aint gon' end
Yeah we'll be dancing til its over
Aint no point in
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