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tyte - florida lyrics

[chorus]
welcome to florida, huh
bad b-tches comin’ live
foreign ho, stick thighs, huh
box chevy, skinny tires
cuban links is a must, yeah
gold t–th is a must, huh
everybody doin’ time, yeah
if they call you, pick up, huh
welcome to florida, yeah
dope come across the water, yeah
every n-gga got a cutter, yeah
thirty-eight revolver special, yeah
murder rate been the highest
thirty inches ride better, yeah
dope boy panamera, huh
where you from, i’m from florida, yeah

[verse 1]
welcome to florida, huh
shots fired, you get deported, huh
real n-ggas extorted, yeah
strip clubs, they imported, yeah
every dome got a pistol, huh
bein’ lucky, we don’t believe in it
every n-gga got a foreign, huh
type of sh-t you don’t need the keys in it
you f-ck a b-tch, you better use a rubber
yeah the sh-t that keep the seam in it
flip flops, no chinchillas
cuban links, no pandoras
chopper bullets like dinosaurs
haitian n-ggas, they carnivores
thirty inches ride better
box chevy like soy sauce

[verse 2]
couple keys across the border, huh
baking soda with the water
beat it up until it’s harder, yeah
fish scale with the pyrex
bag it up, that’s it
every hood got dice games
every trap got the strap in it
big pistols go bang bang
strip club, throw some ones in it
hook up with the bartenders
half-steppin’ if you wanna
throw you out with the broke n-ggas
penny loafers for the broke n-ggas
michael kors for the broke b-tches
rolex coming live
tick tock, no wind

- tyte lyrics

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