Singer: Rick Ross
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Song: Florida Boy
Rick Ross - Florida Boy Lyrics (LRC Advanced) (05:31-331-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:17.90]It's hard as hell for a young Florida boy
[00:20.30]Where we play football and sell dope, man
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[00:23.70]Gold rims and sticks, 7-trés, no tops, ya dig, candy paints
[00:28.30]Yo, gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer
[00:32.90]Heard I was a genius, when it come to the numbers
[00:35.60]Do it for the young fathers, still signing the lease
[00:38.10]And all the hustlers who got somethin' in common with me
[00:41.10]If I got the keys, then it's a car I'ma keep
[00:44.00]When I line her up they say I remind 'em of Meech
[00:46.90]Shootouts in Miami, can't spend no time on the beach
[00:49.80]Do or die, get a plug, I got a hundred ki
[00:52.90]Brought her to Florida, she fell in love with lobster
[00:55.60]Then I bent the corner with a couple drops
[00:58.80]Get your money, let's reward ourselves
[01:01.10]Life a test and every day we got so much to fail (right)
[01:04.40]Told you the world was yours, now you in a cell
[01:07.20]Center of attention, now you by yourself
[01:09.90]Always did the shopping, now you're on the shelf
[01:12.70]Next time you see your daughter, bet her heart'll melt
[01:15.70]Pray for your niggas, if can't do nothin' else (they need it)
[01:18.30]Pray you see the bigger picture, look at momma health
[01:21.90]Wake up, nigga, wake up
[01:24.20]Let down the top, nigga that's your paystub
[01:27.40]It's hard as hell for this Florida boy (A Nolia boy)
[01:30.10]Home of young niggas killin' with no remorse, with no remorse
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[01:35.90]Home of young niggas killin' with no remorse
[01:37.90]Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy
[01:39.40]73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys (rollin', boys yeah)
[01:43.70]And my momma raised me, FLA paid me
[01:46.40]I beat all of them cases, I'm on
[01:49.40]Bitch, I'm a Florida boy
[01:51.00]Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys
[01:54.60]I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now
[01:57.80]Let my niggas shine now, they on
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[02:01.60]I could've been a student, my mind was polluted
[02:03.90]Project unit nigga, I could smell all the raw sewage
[02:07.20]Told myself, "Time to go do this"
[02:09.80]Sidelines, can't be switching up like I'm Ray Lewis
[02:12.70]For the young niggas watching, I'm rocking my jewelry
[02:15.40]Turn it into franchises as you maturing
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[02:19.00]Jonny Dang seen a lot of chains
[02:21.20]Substituted for them days I miss my father's face
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[02:24.80]Wake up, nigga, wake up
[02:27.30]All these politicians need they face cut
[02:30.00]Beefing with niggas you went to school with
[02:32.60]Easter Sunday at church, prayed in the pulpit
[02:35.30]I'm rocking Rollies with homies I made some moves with
[02:38.10]I'm buying homes for the woadies we toted tools with
[02:41.00]Quit acting funny, get money, and fuck some new chicks
[02:43.80]Or get buried with niggas you broke the rules with
[02:46.30]Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy
[02:47.90]73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys (rollin', boys yeah)
[02:52.30]And my mama raised me, FLA paid me
[02:54.90]I beat all of them cases, I'm on
[02:57.90]Bitch, I'm a Florida boy
[02:59.50]Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys
[03:03.00]I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now
[03:06.30]Let my niggas shine now, they on
[03:09.00]I ain't gotta hate no nigga, I just keep on winnin'
[03:11.50](Call me a Florida boy)
[03:14.50]My bitch'll pull up in the Chevy, you can't keep up with her
[03:17.30](Call me a Florida boy)
[03:20.30]You ain't gon' hit me for no lick, bitch I keep it on me
[03:23.00](Call me a Florida boy)
[03:26.10]Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
[03:28.60](Call me a Florida boy) (Yeah)
[03:31.20]See, I ain't really finna have remorse for ya
[03:33.80]This ain't a Maybach but my Audi A8 seats go way back
[03:37.90]They go way back, 30s on the Cutlass
[03:40.50]I'm a golden acre warrior?
[03:42.10]Livin' like the OG slime peanut butter
[03:45.00]Nigga gotta eat, I'm talkin' to the Last Supper
[03:47.80]I'm Jordan in this motherfucker, puttin' mad numbers up
[03:51.00]Project Baby street life when I'm a customer
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[03:54.60]Yeah, that's what I'm accustomed to
[03:56.50]Boy, I'm ...........
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