T-Pain, Kodak Black, Rick Ross – Florida Boy

T-Pain, Kodak Black, Rick Ross – Florida Boy Lyrics

Artist: T-Pain, Kodak Black, Rick Ross
Song: Florida Boy

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 line her up they say I remind ’em of Meech
Shootouts in Miami, can’t spend no time on the beach
Do or die, get a plug, 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#gg#s, if can’t do nothin’ else
Pray you see the bigger picture, look at momma health
Wake up, n#gg#, wake up
Let down the top, n#gg# that’s your pay stub

It’s hard as hell for this Florida boy
Home of young n#gg#s killin’ with no remorse, with no remorse
Home of young n#gg#s killin’ with no remorse
Yeah, b#tch, 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#tch, I’m a Florida boy

Old school, big-ass rims, sittin’ like Tonka Toys
I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now
Let my n#gg#s shine now, they on
I could’ve been a student, my mind was polluted

Project unit n#gg#, 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#gg#s watching, I’m rocking my jewelry

Turn it into franchises as you maturing
Jonny Dang seen a lot of chains
Substituted for them days I miss my father’s face
Wake up, n#gg#, wake up

All these politicians need they face cut
Beefing with n#gg#s 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#ck some new chicks
Or get buried with n#gg#s you broke the rules with
Yeah, b#tch, 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#tch, I’m a Florida boy

Old school, big-ass rims, sittin’ like Tonka Toys
I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now
Let my n#gg#s shine now, they on
I ain’t gotta hate no n#gg#, I just keep on winnin’

(Call me a Florida boy)
My b#tch’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#tch I keep it on me

(Call me a Florida boy)
Top down by myself, but I’m never lonely
(Call me a Florida boy)
See I ain’t really finna have remorse for ya

This ain’t a Maybach but my Audi A8 seats go way back
They go way back
Studders on the Cutlass
I’m a golden n#gg# what

Livin’ like the OG slime peanut butter
n#gg# gotta eat I’m, talkin’ to the Last Supper
I’m Jordan in this m#th*rf#ck*r, 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#gg#s 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#cking 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
Thor, standing on my ten, got it out the floor

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 Baby linked
But I’m just a type of young n#gg#, listen ‘fore I speak

I’d be flaw to say Wayne ain’t influence me
I don’t play both sides, n#gg#, I keep it too G
I apply rules and sh#t like the rules to the skreet
Whacking n#gg#s and jacking n#gg#s 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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T-Pain, Kodak Black, Rick Ross Lyrics – Florida Boy

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From the album:
Florida Boy [Explicit]
Release Year: 2018