Lyrics:
Black"
"The nineteen-year-old Pompano Beach rapper"
"Is reportedly back in jail after he was arrested today in Broward County, Florida"
"His real name
of Florida
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Year (2020)
Twenty on a lawyer, twenty-seven thousand for a jet I never boarded
Everybody in the county treat a nigga like the truth (truth)
Lock
a twerk my ass off
Twerk it twerk it
That's what I'm a do
Three two one countdown county
Auntie Hammy in this thang
And we get it goin
Florida forever baby
with that blammer
In Savannah at the Florida-Georgia line
Got a couple family members in Atlanta
Not Atlanta, we let Omeretta decide
They just gon'
All my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house
When I can buy it and write it off?
Make it my Florida home for the summer
'Round winter time
nigga
I'm representin Dade County nigga
I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas
Don't eva try me nigga
Don't try to run no bull shit like that around
nigga, all my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house, when I can buy it and write it off?
Make it my Florida home for the summer
'Round winter time,
You know, being from Dade County
We do the fly shit naturally, man
We do the stuntin' shit naturally, why?
Huh, 'cause we blendin' in with
Slip'n'slide collabo
Dade County
Liberty City
Overtown
Perrine, Richmond Heights
Little Haiti
Opa-Locka
All the way from Florida City to Carol
All my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house
When I can buy it and write it off?
Make it my Florida home for the summer
'Round winter time
a dog do
Oh Lil boy, you know I am the one talk too
If it's about Florida, everywhere I have been walk thru
Wom!
Standing on my feet, ya all 2
And They
need mob ties
Still runnin’ like Pharcyde
I could see the dough
I’m a prophet
Young Florida boy
From Dade County
Master P oh,
You know I’m bout it
They
larceny
P-P-Pardon me
The way I crept up on this beat
I damn near startled me
You can get it in blood, Phlebotomy
Cause I am a Florida boy
And you flaw
from Florida so yes I’m a honcho
With them bucks on me bucking like a bronco
Call up Bowlen tell em to move out flacco
Mansion on the moon, that ain’t no
All my Florida habitants we bouta cause a scene
(Cause a scene, yuh, why) Cuz we swag too clean
From a hoopty to a donk cuz we ride too clean
Teeth got
on scooters and taking them missions
Fat Sal’s was crack on the real I be itching
Food in Atlantic county never hittin
Go ask a million people bout Lord Swanko
roll?
I'm a Florida boy, but right now, it's feeling cold
I just want the diamonds on my neck on froze
I could never fold, I know some people that fold
I
sunrise
You were swinging your hips
And batting those eyes
There was something bout you in that Florida sky
Had me thinking bout taking a ride
Get you out
She was doin what she knew was best to keep us out the ghetto
In Broward County, Florida you end up in jail or heaven
Now we up in K-Town, pulling
me
Come and slide on me
Yea
Florida boy palm beach county where im raised
AP on my wrist i see you tryna ride my wave
U askin for a handout but im
No distractions on the road
Dade County 305 North Miami to the soul
Stirring wheels turning while I'm dipping
All up through the Shores
Serving'em
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