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andre nickatina - summer in florida lyrics

whats chrakalackin, nackalackin, n-gg- watcha packin?
now i hate b-tches widda p-ssion
high model street f-ssion
i stay weeded with the beat bashin
talkin sh-t when i’m smashin
put ma rap down, profound ina virgin town
hit the (? mall) like the god, now i’m splurgin now
crack a rhyme, hard crimes in all 5 (? barrels)
its somthin like egypt n the pharo’s
gimme the keys to ya’ city, ima still pick the lock
and leave h-lla clues fo da cops
leave fingerprints on tha glock
leave id on tha block
dawg did ya do it? no i did not
gun powder flour, n-gg- (?) towers
i love gummybears, sweet n sour
dawg its tha (?) lyrico, myrical spunge, b-tch
sh-ll toe adidas n airforce ones, b-tch
smellin so cute in ma sean jean john suit
filmoe street, n-gg- bus’ duce duce
its da fellony rhyme n a mellody crime, its heavy
ya cetch 4 raps right across ya belly
ya big homy, in vegas lika coleeonie
its all real, nota macaroni siin
imagine bullets bouncin off ya chiin
fo eva f-ckin off your dirty grin, n den, yeeah

1984, i was on da plane dat was about tá soar
i was jus 14, about tá go down n see ma family
jus when the plane was about tá land, i saw dat ma
cusin was da man
he gave me da formula, dat was ma summer in florida

in 1984, i was on da plane dat was about tá soar
i was jus 14, about tá go down n see ma family
jus when da plane was about tá land, i saw dat ma
cusin was da man
he gave me da formula, dat was ma summer in florida

- andre nickatina lyrics

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