Song: Florida Boy
Artists: Rick Ross/T-Pain/Kodak Black
Rick Ross:
It's all this here for a young Florida boy

Where we play football and sell dope man

Gold rims and sticks seven trays no tops ya dig candy paints
Yo

Gold rims good dope make a wonderful summer

Heard I was a genius when it come to the numbers

Do it for the young fathers still signing the lease

And all the hustlers who got somethin' in common with me

If I got the keys then it's a car I'ma keep

When I learn to represent I remind 'em of Meech

Shootouts in Miami can't spend no time on the beach
Do or die hit a blunt I got a hundred ki

Brought her to Florida she fell in love with lobster

Then I bent the corner with a couple drops

Get your money let's reward ourselves

Life a test and every day we got so much to fail

Told you the world was yours now you in a cell

Center of attention now you by yourself

Always did the shopping now you're on the shelf

Next time you see your daughter bet her heart'll melt

Pray for your n**gas if can't do nothin' else

Pray you see the bigger picture look at momma health

Wake up n**ga wake up

Let down the top n**ga that's your pay stub

It's hard as hell for this Florida boy

Home of young n**gas killin' with no remorse with no remorse

Home of young n**gas killin' with no remorse
T Pain:
Yeah b**th I'm a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs now we rollin' boys

And my momma raised me FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases I'm on

B**ch I'm a Florida boy
Old school big **s rims sittin' like Tonka Toys

I got a Florida state of mind now I be on my grind now
Let my n**gas shine now they on
Rick Ross:

I could've been a student my mind was polluted

Project unit n**ga I could smell all the raw sewage

Told myself

Time to go do this

Sidelines can't be switching up like I'm Ray Lewis

For the young n**gas watching I'm rocking my jewelry

Turn it into franchises

Jonny Dang seen a lot of change

Substituted for them days I miss my father's face

Wake up n**ga wake up

All these politicians need they face cut

Beefing with n**gas you went to school with

Easter Sunday at church prayed in the pulpit

I'm rocking Rollies with homies I made some moves with
I'm buying homes for the woadies we toted tools with

Quit acting funny get money and f**k some new chicks

Or get buried with n**gas you broke the rules with
T Pain:
Yeah b**th I'm a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs now we rollin' boys

And my mama raised me FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases I'm on

B**ch I'm a Florida boy

Old school big **s rims sittin' like Tonka Toys

I got a Florida state of mind now I be on my grind now
Let my n**gas shine now they on

I ain't gotta hate no n**ga I just keep on winnin'
Call me a Florida boy

My b**th'll pull up in the Chevy you can't keep up with her
Call me a Florida boy

You ain't gon' hit me for no lick b**th I keep it on me
Call me a Florida boy

Top down by myself but I'm never lonely
Call me a Florida boy
Kodak Black:
See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya
This ain't a Maybach but my Audi 8 seats go way back
They go way back
Studders on the Cutlass
I'm a golden n**ga what

Livin' like the OG slime peanut butter
N**ga gotta eat I'm talkin' to the Last Supper
I'm Jordan in this motherf**ker puttin' math numbers up
Project baby street life when I'm a customer

Yeah that's what I'm accustomed to
Boy a young bull come charging when he running you
We ain't over there public houses like we growin' too
But it's still a struggle so you can't get too comfortable
'Cause n**gas see that money coming and they try to come for you
But they don't know that this famous sh*t mean nothin' to you
Still keep a gun or two and I still dump the truth
Crawl 'fore I walk started running then I f**king flew
Livin' like The Huxtables but still eatin' Lunchables

Yeah and we ain't even leave the porch
We do this sh*t for Florida I was rich before touring

Standing on my ten
Been jumped off the porch
Since 14 I had a lawyer
Hit a lick in a stolen car with no headlights
I'll stop at the Wing Stop but not the red light
I killed the whole DMV no star sh*t
Got it off credit cards sh*t yeah larceny
It was back in 2015 me and

But I'm just a type of young n**ga listen 'fore I speak
I'd be flaw to say Wayne ain't influence me
I don't play both sides n**ga I keep it too G
I apply rules and sh*t like the rules to the skreet
Whacking n**gas and jacking n**gas for hoes snatching jewelry
I'm a Haitian boy I'm draped up in Cuban link

Haitian but I'm draped up in Cuban link

I swear we ain't even need the hook
They gave my dawg a long sentence he can't even read a book

Sniper Gang Music 2 yeah Sniper Gang Music 2

The whole Tri county
I love the Tri county but I hate everybody

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Song: Florida Boy
Artists: Rick Ross/T-Pain/Kodak Black
Rick Ross:
It's all this here for a young Florida boy

Where we play football and sell dope man

Gold rims and sticks seven trays no tops ya dig candy paints
Yo

Gold rims good dope make a wonderful summer

Heard I was a genius when it come to the numbers

Do it for the young fathers still signing the lease

And all the hustlers who got somethin' in common with me

If I got the keys then it's a car I'ma keep

When I learn to represent I remind 'em of Meech

Shootouts in Miami can't spend no time on the beach
Do or die hit a blunt I got a hundred ki

Brought her to Florida she fell in love with lobster

Then I bent the corner with a couple drops

Get your money let's reward ourselves

Life a test and every day we got so much to fail

Told you the world was yours now you in a cell

Center of attention now you by yourself

Always did the shopping now you're on the shelf

Next time you see your daughter bet her heart'll melt

Pray for your n**gas if can't do nothin' else

Pray you see the bigger picture look at momma health

Wake up n**ga wake up

Let down the top n**ga that's your pay stub

It's hard as hell for this Florida boy

Home of young n**gas killin' with no remorse with no remorse

Home of young n**gas killin' with no remorse
T Pain:
Yeah b**th I'm a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs now we rollin' boys

And my momma raised me FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases I'm on

B**ch I'm a Florida boy
Old school big **s rims sittin' like Tonka Toys

I got a Florida state of mind now I be on my grind now
Let my n**gas shine now they on
Rick Ross:

I could've been a student my mind was polluted

Project unit n**ga I could smell all the raw sewage

Told myself

Time to go do this

Sidelines can't be switching up like I'm Ray Lewis

For the young n**gas watching I'm rocking my jewelry

Turn it into franchises

Jonny Dang seen a lot of change

Substituted for them days I miss my father's face

Wake up n**ga wake up

All these politicians need they face cut

Beefing with n**gas you went to school with

Easter Sunday at church prayed in the pulpit

I'm rocking Rollies with homies I made some moves with
I'm buying homes for the woadies we toted tools with

Quit acting funny get money and f**k some new chicks

Or get buried with n**gas you broke the rules with
T Pain:
Yeah b**th I'm a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs now we rollin' boys

And my mama raised me FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases I'm on

B**ch I'm a Florida boy

Old school big **s rims sittin' like Tonka Toys

I got a Florida state of mind now I be on my grind now
Let my n**gas shine now they on

I ain't gotta hate no n**ga I just keep on winnin'
Call me a Florida boy

My b**th'll pull up in the Chevy you can't keep up with her
Call me a Florida boy

You ain't gon' hit me for no lick b**th I keep it on me
Call me a Florida boy

Top down by myself but I'm never lonely
Call me a Florida boy
Kodak Black:
See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya
This ain't a Maybach but my Audi 8 seats go way back
They go way back
Studders on the Cutlass
I'm a golden n**ga what

Livin' like the OG slime peanut butter
N**ga gotta eat I'm talkin' to the Last Supper
I'm Jordan in this motherf**ker puttin' math numbers up
Project baby street life when I'm a customer

Yeah that's what I'm accustomed to
Boy a young bull come charging when he running you
We ain't over there public houses like we growin' too
But it's still a struggle so you can't get too comfortable
'Cause n**gas see that money coming and they try to come for you
But they don't know that this famous sh*t mean nothin' to you
Still keep a gun or two and I still dump the truth
Crawl 'fore I walk started running then I f**king flew
Livin' like The Huxtables but still eatin' Lunchables

Yeah and we ain't even leave the porch
We do this sh*t for Florida I was rich before touring

Standing on my ten
Been jumped off the porch
Since 14 I had a lawyer
Hit a lick in a stolen car with no headlights
I'll stop at the Wing Stop but not the red light
I killed the whole DMV no star sh*t
Got it off credit cards sh*t yeah larceny
It was back in 2015 me and

But I'm just a type of young n**ga listen 'fore I speak
I'd be flaw to say Wayne ain't influence me
I don't play both sides n**ga I keep it too G
I apply rules and sh*t like the rules to the skreet
Whacking n**gas and jacking n**gas for hoes snatching jewelry
I'm a Haitian boy I'm draped up in Cuban link

Haitian but I'm draped up in Cuban link

I swear we ain't even need the hook
They gave my dawg a long sentence he can't even read a book

Sniper Gang Music 2 yeah Sniper Gang Music 2

The whole Tri county
I love the Tri county but I hate everybody


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