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andy z6 - florence freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: andy z6]
n-ggas name drop but still call me by my government
my name is in a few rooms i ain’t walked yet
give me an endors-m-nt, money laying dormant
i need more than one income, i need an -ssortment
i live in an investment, you’re in an apartment
talking about profit makes me work up my endorphins
n-ggas on that fraud sh-t, thinking i’m a torrent
the way n-ggas be looting, i need to get a storefront
running like the water, been working on my endurance
you are who hang around, your mind is real porous
sad to see they hating but a n-gga like me ignore it
sending out my condolence
when i get that big tick tock, i’ma flood it
when i say i’m in my bag, it’s goyard
when i get that foreign all cash, i’ma floor it
it’s gone be me and my machine, i’ll call florence
from italian bread, in a restaurant
spilling olive oil on italian cloths
to italian seats in italian cars
in italian sheets with italian drawers on
some of them only know me by my internet handle
and others only know me from the talent i channel
and i ain’t fronting when i say my n-ggas be strapped up like a sandal
stronger than keratin, ten toes down like a brannock
yea, they tried to stop taking me out of my element
i’m going in until every ligament limp
and even then until every filament dim
until the end of any opponent is imminent
haters get small checks, they gotta sign them with a tiny pen (laughs)
it’s like “andy’s destined to win” is written in the fine print

[verse 2: michael aristotle]
eyes peeled i’ve been peeping the scene
life’s sweet when the swisher is full of peaches and cream
i hate sleep, it’s ironic how i’m a fiend for the dream
they did me dirty but like florence, i’m keeping it clean
tell my momma, we’re moving on up
bank loans really wasn’t approving on us
the girls couldn’t see the vision so i just went missing
and now them b-tches like, “d-mn, mikey moving on us”
twenty floors up with some strippers and they around us
patrick about to clean all the p-ssy-juice, i’m sorry
no maid service, but they’ll get paid for their service, just be patient
me and my vices know each other, first-name-basis
went crazy looking for some change until it made sense
walk a fine line, whether tight rope or pavement
stay in these four walls, no windows i write my life down for y’all
like, where the days went?

[chorus]
when i get that big tick tock, i’ma flood it
when i say i’m in my bag, it’s goyard
when i get that foreign all cash, i’ma floor it
it’s gone be me and my machine, i’ll call florence
from italian bread, in a restaurant
spilling olive oil on italian cloths
to italian seats in italian cars
in italian sheets with italian drawers on

- andy z6 lyrics

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