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Lil' Florida jit, gon' talk my shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Ha, yeah Grew up on the Northside, that's where I was at Call up Jah, with the fire, I know he gon' slide Real Florida baby, ridin' 'round in Mercedes And I get the ladies 'cause they know I get the payments Real money habit, got the bread, fashion trappin' Addicted to these clothes, I got fashion habits On the road, I'm doin' shows, somehow I just started rappin' Posted with my bro, bands up, hang low, you know how that go Chains on, chains swingin' from the side to side Come on, baby, let's go slide, I know you tryna hop in my ride Have a drink or two, you got' fuck my goons too I can buy you nice things, but I don't really want to She say that she home alone, I'm pullin' up pronto Pull up to the spot, this bitch naked at the front door She say, "Glad you made it," lil' Jamaican waitin' for me at the front door Take me to the room, leave her shakin' And now she playin' with my hair, she like how that white dick feel Yeah, she like the drip I'm wearin', yeah, I YSL my shoe And I'm poppin' out the coupe with my troops On a mission, we money gettin', ain't got time for bitches I'm tryna get these riches, I'm tryna be the richest Can't be in my feelings, I'm fly like a pigeon Letras de cancionesI'm fly like a bird If I check my bank account, they gon' get me turnt Handin' out the smoke, givin' out the work That boy pussy, he a smurf He ain't see me 'cause I'm lurkin' Yeah, I like the way she twerkin', man, I think this girl deserve it Real Florida baby, ridin' 'round in Mercedes And I get the ladies 'cause they know I get the payments Real money habit, got the bread, fashion trappin' Addicted to these clothes, I got fashion habits From Letras Mania