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yung rich cuban - down in fort myers lyrics

#chorus
down in fort myers
where the hurricanes thump
gucci belt on
with a mask and gun
knew i was here when them 808s rump
where everybody rap about scamming and drugs
(took)
down in fort myers
(uh hu)
where the hurricanes thump
gucci belt on
(brrrr)
with a mask and a gun
(bah bah)
knew i was here when them 808s rump
where everybody rap about scamming and drugs
(yeah)

#verse
where everybody down to get let lit
(yeah)
better watch who you trust
even gang will switch lanes real quick
(they do)
i been
staying in my lane it’s lit
(i am)
in the shadows i been lurking with a purpose jit
(yeah)
and
better keep ya circle tight
(ah hu)
carmine marceno try’na stop a neighborhood hero
(uh uh)
i can’t have no fear though
(i can’t)
double wrap around the block
yeah i guess the coast is clear yo
(oooou)
on gang
i’m yelling kings up
(up)
get ya money up
not ya funny up
yeah you sweeter than a honey bun
(sweet)
looking salty like lays
this the whole shabang
with the watch and the ring
the cities my thrown
the cash is the crown
a kings coming up
can’t stop it now
(kings up!)
i was starving
now i’m eating
the buffet looking good
i like my steak leaking
(yum)
#chorus
down in fort myers
(uh hu)
where the hurricanes thump
gucci belt on
with a mask and gun
knew i was here when them 808s rump
where everybody rap about scamming and drugs
(they do)
down in fort myers
(uh hu)
where the hurricanes thump
gucci belt on
(brrrr)
with a mask and gun
(bah bah)
knew i was here when them 808s rump
where everybody rap about scamming and drugs

#verse
down in fort myers i be rapping
(i do baby)
if the feds asking
then ya boy ain’t trapping
(no)
irs want more money
(f+ck you)
well b+tch i ain’t have it
so you can keep calling
(ha ha)
flexing on the gram
keep balling
(no)
y+r+c on top of the game
ya boy ain’t stalling
(yeah)
you got two reasons to hate me
(ha ha)
cause you owe me money
or i was f+cking on ya lady
but imma smash and dash
like sonic the hedgehog
you ain’t goin catching my ass
and if i run up
then imma blast ya ass
ain’t no love in the city
ain’t a thug who goin pity
ain’t no one coming with me
ain’t no one who can see me
rapping like i got the cheat code
pull out my cell phone
sp+wn a new rhyme
a new hook
haters like h+ll no
(nope)
don’t hate the player
(na ha)
hate the game
this cities insane
(uuhh)
off the chain like a pendant would hang
(woooo)
where henne thing can happen
that would come to ya brain
(mhmmm)
like a bullet to ya cerebellum
(ahhh)
enter ya frame
239 will keep you on your feet
from downtown to the beach
divide the land from the sea
(divide it)
hotter than hundred degree
(hot)
lee county where i be
(yeah)
this the yung rich cuban
till the day that i
d+i+e
(baby)
#chorus
down in fort myers
where the hurricanes thump
(uh hu)
gucci belt on
with a mask and gun
knew i was here when them 808s rump
(rump)
where everybody rap about scamming and drugs
down in fort myers
where the hurricanes thump
(uh hu)
gucci belt on
(bah bah)
with a mask and gun
(brrrr)
knew i was here when them 808s rump
where everybody rap about scamming and drugs

#outro
yeah
this the y+r+c baby

- yung rich cuban lyrics

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