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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeFLORIDA FLOW (Ft. Kodak Black)
Like Miami, MiamiThey early days, they used to speed niggas' shit up(Yeah, mm, for real)The way we slowed shit downGhetto Style DJs used to speed that shit up (Mhm)I had to swang up out these streets to get my life(I had to swang)I had to get that check before three stripesBehind these wallsDone made phone calls that done wrongI'm tryna get right (Tryna get right, yeah)I pour the Wock' up for it, these niggas jockin', boy(These niggas jock, yeah)I got the cash and reinvested in my dreams (Cash)A new Chanel bag, I gave her Chanel swag (Gave her Chanel)Two-tone Birkin, that shit smirkin'It end up workin' (She smirkin')When it's time, she spread them cheeksShe hold my fire (Spread that woah)Up in the club, I'm totin' that ironI'm totin' that iron (Totin' that pole)I need a boss, a bad lil' baby who go and ride (That ride)I'm in the Chi with racks and the leanCan't feel with the fire (Work with the fire)I don't do Don, I don't do 'MigosDon't do friends (Talkin' that drank)Gotta put more in her ponyThen fuck me and take off my hands (That way)I took her to HoustonI got the head in back of the Benz (That way)TRX, we back of the country shootin' it out (Phew-phew-phew)This is that Cali flowThis is that Florida flow (This is that woah)They look at my necklace, still tryna wonderWhere all the water go (That glow)She spreadin' her legs right on the bedShe givin' a water show (Let's go)Splash (Splash) , splash (Splash) , splash (Splash)Yeah, yeah, yeahOkay (Okay) , yeah, yeah, yeahShe move to Florida, straight from the borderShe got a crib right there on Biscayne (Ski)I do the tour, she do decor, pile on the floors, for usWe just sip things (Yeah)I know that's a couch, but way that ass sitNobody here want that ass sittin' (Free)RG pull up like it's a victim, 1B, 2BWalk through the entrance (Racks)I walked in with something importantYou would've sworn that a nigga imported ('Ported)G, remember that truck we rode 'round town for months? (G)2234, thought it was oceansBefore all the love was lust (It's lit)Before all the chains was crushedBefore all the rings and Range was plush (Plush)Whole lot of stains and must, the grindIt still remain with us (Stains)Didn't wanna blame the busAdjust ten toes, in God, we trust (Yeah)Sunny side dangerous, a dollar billWouldn't change me up (Side)Snatchin' my Wranglers upI made one call, they rang alarm (Slide)I need some water, took her a charterHeaded to Florida (Let's ride)Yeah, yeah (Let's go)You quarter, made you a water, warrior (Yeah)I snatched me a BarbieWe lived on an RV bus for like four whole monthsIntroduced her to molly, but she say she already knewThe pair long before usAnything move, your boy's first to shoot itI don't care who it wasCome get your boo, she down, she upShe drippin' up gooey stuffKickin' shit, Bruce Lee stuntThat's a whole lot of meth in a LooseLeaf, bloodIf I'm that nigga, imagine how Jesus was, in Z's we trustI don't wanna live too long, too oldBut I don't wanna die this youngAll I know is if 'trol pull us overThis bitch better hide this gunPoppin' 0561, Miami, 305, we all the way liveI'm a coldblooded man, I mean everythingI said, nigga, I ain't gotta look you in your eyesSomebody call Keem FaceTimeSay we goin' on tour with Travis ScottMy jit just turned ten, I bought him a cribWhen he walked in, his eyes, he criedCould be a brave nigga in the grave, niggaStop sayin', I ain't gotta put fear in you guysPoint blank, period, send him the dotIt's me in the candy-paint yacht outsideHit Kendall up, said she like PopeyesDo a two-man dinner with Kylie JennerThe Sunshine State, the Gunshine StateFrom Florida, the symbol look like a pistol (Like a pistol)Drop heat, fuck, spark the reeferStart the key up, spot, geek truckPlug FIFA, hot, sweet spotQuiet, keep smokeSmoke each spot, chrome, keep strongChrome keeper, blunt heat, fuckStrong peak, woah, Florida heat, woahFlorida heat, woah, Florida heat, woahFlorida heat, woah, spot speech, woahDrop the heat, woah, squad keep upDrive a pink truck, try to keep upHot, heat, water, Florida heat, hotWater(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
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