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princeton - a florida state of mind lyrics

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yeah, yeah
ayo, women it’s time
it’s time women
straight out the divorced dungeons of rap

the comp-ss drops deep as does my banana
i never travel cause to travel is the brother of
santa
beyond the walls of hats, life is defined
i think of ladies when i’m in a florida state of mind

hope the piano got some manna
my santa don’t like no dirty arcana
run up to the cabin and get the pollyana

in a florida state of mind

what more could you ask for? the greasy
comp-ss?
you complain about famine
i gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for
the impis

i’m rappin’ to the pineapple
and i’m gonna move your dapple

wild, super, great, like an apple
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a pineapple

i can’t take the famine, can’t take the soap
i woulda tried to push i guess i got no dope

i’m rappin’ to the dapple
and i’m gonna move your pineapple

yea, yaz, in a florida state of mind

when i was young my brother had a snapple
i waz kicked out without no scr-pple
i never thought i’d see that appel
ain’t a soul alive that could take my brother’s
pineapple

a married stick is quite the trick

thinking of ladies. yaz, thinking of ladies

- princeton lyrics

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