Lyrics:
that? (I wanna know)
Said why you gotta walk like that? (I wanna know)
I told her, baby it's that Florida boy swag (I told her that)
Like why you gotta
want a clean white room where
I know what to say
Maybe I'll go to Florida
Or New Orleans
Like my father find shelter
In the wind
I've got his face
I've
want a clean white room
Where I know what to say
Maybe I'll go to Florida
Or New Orleans
Like my father finding shelter
In the wind
I've got his face
the nigga ain’t tell me
That me and her Would be sleeping in the same room as my sister
So we laying in the bed
Dick hard as Rock
I wanna kiss her
grin
Ol' fool ass nigga, you can't be me
On codeine catching my Zs
Up in Florida with my zoes, my Zs
Walked in the room, your bitch chose
And you know
We can call Mrs. Johnson
To keep the kids a day or two
Take the early flight to Florida
Just the way we used to do
Have room service bring us
Some say they saw him at the Great Lakes
Some say they saw him off the coast of Florida
My mother said she saw him in Chinatown
but you can't always
We can call Mrs. Johnson
To keep the kids a day or two
Take the early flight to Florida
Just the way we used to do
Have room service bring us
Orange room
Orange you important?
Orange you a bitch?
Orange you a hoe?
Orange you a snitch?
Orange you a bitch?
Orange you a bag?
Orange you
chrome, I don't
Fuck with these niggas
How I'm feel about 'em
(I don't fuck with these niggas)
Your bitch do wrong, took her in the room
And she fuck
I came here for a reason
But it's getting harder every day
I miss my home and I miss my room
And I'm running out of words to say
Mom, Dad, I miss
Cali But I still call Florida home
First couple years up In Florida
They was throwing blows
At first they ain't really like I was from the West coast
scorching just like florida
Loud as fuck you not ignoring us
They want the formula
Last chance, now I'm warning ya
Want the hands, nigga throw em up
We
Good weed dirt bikes that's that Florida
Shit
Yo bitch my dick that's that water shit
She keep asking about my life ain't no Controlling bitch
want 5 cars in my Garage
So I goes hard like I'm in a room full of Porn Stars
Yeah the summer just hit
The summer just hit
Boy the summer just hit
Yeah
Florida's weather
This iron black just like my leather
Day ones down to kill for me whenever
Talent from the hood everyday I'm more clever
Rough childhood now
Dudes,
But Like To Drank Wit A Nigga When He Come Thru,
The Way She Twerk In The Room, Let A Nigga Get Some Too,
And If A Nigga Come Hating, Tell Him That
to hear that bang
Turn the treble down so i aint gotta hear y'all lames
Pullin out the base bin
Thats a florida thang
Been doing that since the early 80s
my brothers to bosses
Diamond chains now we flossin yeaaa
Aye.. skurt.. what
Florida boy rockin that Miami dolphin
Running my city it feel like
had a few so I'm feeling loose to
Express to you some truths
Just booze
Look your bottom line was all clear
No room, my dreams to take the back seat
Every time I step off in a room, silence
You know you fuckin with Florida’s finest
And I kill em with kindness (hey)
This some stupid shit
That Cing-Milli
bitch on snooze
Bitch, I make my calls, fuck these old niggas ain't payin' my dues
She gon' lick it all, that's the only way she come to my room
If you
You were outside puking
As I was slowly coming down
Strutting in the morning
In my boxers through your house
And I'd move to Florida
Anything to sort
see what I see
I want a fortress, way in the east (ooo)
Baby she bad and she come from the Florida Keys (ooo)
Really nothing I can tell her, she do
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