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T-Pain

"Florida Boy"

[Intro: Rick Ross]
It's hard as hell for a young Florida boy
Where we play football and sell dope, man
Gold rims and sticks, 7-trés, no tops, ya dig, candy paints
Yo

[Verse 1: Rick Ross & Kodak Black]
Gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer
Heard I was a genius, when coming 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 (Right)
Told you the world was yours, now you in a cell (Glee)
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 (Shh)
Pray for your n*ggas, if can't do nothin' else (They need it)
Pray you see the bigger picture, look at momma health (Yeah)
Wake up, n*gga, wake up
Let down the top, n*gga that's your paystub (Glee)
It's hard as hell for this Florida boy (A Nolia boy)
Home of young n*ggas killin' with no remorse, with no remorse (No remorse, b*tch)
Home of young n*ggas killin' with no remorse

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Yeah, b*tch, I'm a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys (Rollin' boys yeah)
Yeah my momma raised me, FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases, I'm on
Yeah, b*tch, I'm a Florida boy (Ooh)
Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys (Tonka Toys, yeah)
I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now
Let my n*ggas shine now, they on

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I could've been a student, my mind was polluted
Project unit n*gga, 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*ggas 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*gga, wake up
All these politicians need they face cut
Beefing with n*ggas 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*ggas you broke the rules with

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Yeah, b*tch, I'm a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys (Rollin' boys yeah)
Yeah my momma raised me, FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases, I'm on
Yeah, b*tch, I'm a Florida boy (Ooh)
Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys (Tonka Toys, yeah)
I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now
Let my n*ggas shine now, they on

[Bridge: T-Pain & Kodak Black]
I ain't gotta hate no n*gga, I just keep on winnin'
(Call me a Florida boy, ooh)
My b*tch'll pull up in the Chevy, you can't keep up with her
(Call me a Florida boy, yeah)
You ain't gon' hit me for no lick, b*tch I keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy, ooh)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(I'm lonely boy, Call me a Florida boy)

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
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
30s on the Cutlass, I'm a golden acre warrior
Livin' like the OG slime peanut butter
n*gga gotta eat, I'm talkin' to the Last Supper
I'm Jordan in this motherf*cker, puttin' mad numbers up
Project Baby street life what I'm a customer of
Yeah, that's what I'm accustomed to
Boy, I'm a young bull come charging when he running you
We ain't over there in public houses like we growin' too
But it's still a struggle so you can't get too comfortable
'Cause n*ggas 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 at you
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 need a chorus
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 lawyers
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*gga, listen 'fore I speak
I'd be flawed to say Wayne ain't influence me
I don't play both sides, n*gga, I keep it too G
I apply this music sh*t like the rules to the skreet
Whacking n*ggas and jacking n*ggas since I was 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

[Outro: Kodak Black]
Maybach Music
Sniper Gang Music 2, yeah Sniper Gang Music 2, yah feel me
The whole Tri county, I love the Tri county but I hate everybody
That part

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