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flo rida - o.g. lyrics

[hook: sean kingston]
boy, if you a baller then you know me
girl, if you a stunna then you know me
i’m living that life of a young og
and everybody doin’ that, see me doin’ that

[verse 1: flo rida]
young cheddar fella but i never lactose
stunt with the bread, make them wear they rain coat
them presidents dead, how they pay for the pope?
fifty foot cigarette, no n+gga team smoke
inhale, exhale, i still blow, big bad with my double exhale pose
ghetto bill, still keep it trill, f+ck who lag it, f+ck how you feel
flo rida ridin’ dirty like it’s birds in the trunk
millions nevеr goin’ dirty, i’ma see donald trump
for a p+ssy n+gga, hear me? pull that thing out and duck
that miami heat jеrsey represent where i’m from
m.i. yayo, i think that be them boys slinging yayo
ain’t too much i can afford, i got play dough
shout out my dogs doing time, if you know me on my grind
b+tch, i’m ’bout dollar signs

[hook: sean kingston]
boy, if you a baller then you know me
girl, if you a stunna then you know me
i’m living that life of a young og
and everybody doin’ that, see me doin’ that
boy, if you a baller then you know me
girl, if you a stunna then you know me
i’m living that life of a young og
and everybody doin’ that, see me doin’ that
[verse 2: flo rida]
first round bag, pick ’em in the big league
k!ll ’em with the jewels, haters can’t stop me
you know where that cash when the fists in the bentley
i want my autograph like it’s all about me
apes taking baths in the bottom of that creek
paparazzi like it’s never scot+free
keep ’em cheerios, i ain’t looking for no peace
that ain’t enough rings for my super bowl team
a half a pound of sticky and we play double dutch
got the whole hood choppin’ back, the back rollin’ ball
the rope of dope projects, cashes clear on the clutch
if we choking white boys, call it starsky and hutch
it’s the life, yeah, e’rday, it’s them prada’s and them white pears
by the way, how i’m ballin’? it ain’t quite fair, mr. showroom floor
paper tag kinda s+xy in the coupe+in door

[verse 3: flo rida]
point guard quarterback, that’s how i run them plays
it’s still team boss, so the clique getting paid
er’body, my squad and at least the escalade
either you’re going hard or slinging around the way
if he ain’t ’bout the dollars than you wasting my time
i’d rather hit a bottle and the benz i’m buying
you would think i won the lotto, how them ben franks fly
better know, we keep them holla if you get out of line
[hook: sean kingston]
boy, if you a baller then you know me
girl, if you a stunna then you know me
i’m living that life of a young og
and everybody doin’ that, see me doin’ that
boy, if you a baller then you know me
girl, if you a stunna then you know me
i’m living that life of a young og
and everybody doin’ that, see me doin’ that

[outro: flo rida]
yeah, we gon’ take it to the projects right now
the hood, ghetto, you feel me?
where my get low girls at? show me how you get low
i’m getting it, that’s why that paper, that bread
that cheddar, that fettine, we making it snow
show me something, girl
ok, that’s what

- flo rida lyrics

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