azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

300lbs of guwop - i﹤3 fl lyrics

Loading...

[intro: 300 rez]
i got b-tches, i got b-tches
you know i get them digits, i got b-tches
oh lord, jetson made another one

[chorus: 300 rez]
i got b-tches, i got b-tches
and if i see your ho you know i get them digits
you mess with dimes, i mess with quarters
and all my b-tches bad, i love florida
’cause i got b-tches, i got b-tches
and if i see your ho you know i get them digits
you mess with dimes, i mess with quarters
and all my b-tches bad, i love florida

[verse 1: 300 rez]
i got hoes in sanford, i got hoes in tampa
i got hoes in tally, but go to school in cali
i got hoes in dade, they might just get played
i gotta hit and run, i can’t change my ways
i got hoes in t-tusville, i got hoes in jacksonville
i got hoes in gainesville, them hoes ratchet and they pop pills
all my hoes suck pickles and i ain’t talkin’ dill
murder that p-ssy, i think it just got k!lled
my diamonds wet, it look like water
i do these hoes dirty, i hope i don’t have no daughter
all your hoes chump change, and all my hoes quarters
guwop, i hope they feelin’ me

[chorus: 300 rez]
i got b-tches, i got b-tches
and if i see your ho you know i get them digits
you mess with dimes, i mess with quarters
and all my b-tches bad, i love florida
’cause i got b-tches, i got b-tches
and if i see your ho you know i get them digits
you mess with dimes, i mess with quarters
and all my b-tches bad, i love florida

[verse 2: tokyo jetz]
ratchet b-tch from duval, i’m a hot lil topic
my shooter from my hood, yeah he my problem solver
scammer he from tampa, he trap in designer
my zoe he from miami, he say he feel retired
he flew me to cali, we got super geeked
we been up for days, we smoke super weed, he move slow from lean
my b-tch from ocala, she just kodak bop
booty super soft, ain’t no photoshop, plush she keep a glock
plus i look like i’m from bora bora
he trap from pompano to the border
think i should f-ck with the biggest boss
over the balcony, in the loft
my city n-gga, he back in jail
i hope his baby mama don’t tell
looked up his charges, another sale
i put money up from globaltel, for real

[chorus: 300 rez]
i got b-tches, i got b-tches
and if i see your ho you know i get them digits
you mess with dimes, i mess with quarters
and all my b-tches bad, i love florida
’cause i got b-tches, i got b-tches
and if i see your ho you know i get them digits
you mess with dimes, i mess with quarters
and all my b-tches bad, i love florida

[verse 3: dk guwop]
guwop my n-gga where you from? the 386
who that is? n-gga that’s your b-tch
gunshine state where the n-gga tote sticks
gold in my mouth and we talk that sh-t
talk a lot of cash ’cause i can back it up
and if lil mama got that -ss i told her back it up
and dk guwop want a bentley, not no acura
but dk guwop like black girls that came from africa
and dk guwop been a boss, you not a manager
i’m chasing paper, runnin’ to it like a marathon
i caught a flight, they charged me thirty for my carry-on
i got the head then bust a nut, i told her carry on
and now she mad at me, she said i did her very wrong
i drove from cali to miami, trip was very long, guwop

[chorus: 300 rez]
i got b-tches, i got b-tches
and if i see your ho you know i get them digits
you mess with dimes, i mess with quarters
and all my b-tches bad, i love florida
’cause i got b-tches, i got b-tches
and if i see your ho you know i get them digits
you mess with dimes, i mess with quarters
and all my b-tches bad, i love florida



Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...