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sylvan lacue – middle of south florida lyrics

[intro: sylvan lacue, prez p]
this for all my n-ggas on fridays, sat-rdays and sundays that’s just tryna get their mind right
do this sh-t for y’all, you feel me?
yeah, n-gga, you know’m saying
the city, you know, is changing again, na mean
but it’s the same old sh-t
so n-ggas flexing, boy, you know’m saying

[verse 1: prez p]
my outfit is sticking
lets roll in, no telling where we going
my gas full of that- joint full of that gas too
it’s gon’ be h-ll of a summer, sh-t
we been up since the past two
gotta get that bag immediately
can’t ever be the last two
i picked up lacue like hop in my n-gga we slidin’
we vibin’ lets go to the strip club
we can hit g5 then act like we got 5 g’s
them hoes won’t know we lying
let’s see if we get lucky
we buzzin’ like the beehive and
we could live it up
f-ck if our problem knee high and
tell them freaks just a weekend, they can go off in that deep end
see them n-ggas plottin’
leave them boys no option
k!ll them haters off and k!ll these ladies softly

[verse 2: sylvan lacue]
i’m in this b-tch with two rollies
not a watch, listen close now
came a long way from canned ravioli
putting hot sausage with the toast
in the city, girl, what’s rocking
she gon’ hit me back with options
she gon’ see me ’cause i’m poppin’
she gon’ see me ’cause i’m chillin’
i ain’t press her for no action
prolly why i get the action
that’s just the law of attraction
that’s just my dawg and he scr-pping
yeah he really from a ghost town
he don’t play when it comes to his faction
if you ain’t know now you know now
t hit me with the l!ck
she be my one for my six
she f-cked a boy from the six
wood tappin’ on a sat-rday
hittin’ purdy lounge where the ratchets play
all the mini cons got the fattest plates
keep a n-gga fed, never back away
saw her strippin’ on a sat-rday
i just came to listen back and fade
i’m in the club like a [?]
feelin’ like i’m jt money
hittin’ highs, hittin’ lows
hittin’ strides with my woes
it’s been a minute since i’ve been in town to show a n-gga where to go
it’s wise, wise til’ my time dies
keep a little earth and let my mind fly
only eights with it, i don’t buy dimes
only eights with it, i don’t buy dimes

[hook: prez p]
i’m in the hood where n-ggas don’t bother me, north miami where the riders be
smoking on rapper weed, she wanna follow me, she wanna get on top of me
i’m in the hood where n-ggas don’t bother me, north miami where the riders be
smoking on rapper weed, she wanna follow me, she wanna get on top of me
i’m in the hood where n-ggas don’t bother me, north miami where the riders be
smoking on rapper weed, she wanna follow me, she wanna get on top of me
i’m in the hood where n-ggas don’t bother me, north miami where the riders be

[interlude: sylvan lacue]
ayo, dj bree switch that motherf-cking sh-t, n-gga

[verse 3: sylvan lacue]
my way
tell me what it’s like through my way
tell me what it’s like through my way
tell me what it’s like when the skies go wide, oh my oh my
through my way
tell me what it’s like through my way
tell me what it’s like through my way
tell me what it’s like when the skies go wide, oh my oh my
i’m sticking, i’m rolling
i’m sticking, i’m rolling
i’m sticking, i’m rolling
oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
i’m sticking, i’m rolling
i’m sticking, i’m rolling
i’m sticking, i’m rolling
oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my way
tell me what it’s like through my way
tell me what it’s like when the sky’s so bright and you n-ggas don’t know but i came back home, but i came back home
through my way
n-ggas know i came back man
n-ggas know i came back man
n-ggas know i came back to do what i had to do
i’m sticking, i’m rolling
i’m sticking, i’m rolling
i’m sticking, i’m rolling
oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
i’m sticking, i’m rolling
i’m sticking, i’m rolling
i’m sticking, i’m rolling

[outro: sylvan lacue]
yeah n-ggas
once again it’s on
wise, wise for your motherf-cking area
south florida, florida man
coming at you live, from the 305
in your motherf-cking dome, taking it to your home
then to rome, then to the mega-dome
homes
suckas

- sylvan lacue lyrics

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