Rick Ross - Florida Boy (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rick Ross - Florida Boy (en) Lyrics
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It's hard as hell for
a young Florida boy
Where we play football
and sell dope, man
Gold rims and sticks, 7-trés, no
tops, ya dig, candy paints
Yo, gold rims, good dope,
make a wonderful summer
Heard I was a genius, when
it come to the numbers
Do it for the young fathers,
still signing the lease
And all the hustlers who got
somethin' in common with me
If I got the keys, then
it's a car I'ma keep
When I line her up they say
I remind 'em of Meech
Shootouts in Miami, can't spend
no time on the beach
Do or die, get a plug,
I got a hundred ki
Brought her to Florida, she
fell in love with lobster
Then I bent the corner
with a couple drops
Get your money, let's reward ourselves
Life a test and every day we
got so much to fail (right)
Told you the world was yours,
now you in a cell
Center of attention,
now you by yourself
Always did the shopping,
now you're on the shelf
Next time you see your daughter,
bet her heart'll melt
Pray for your niggas, if can't do
nothin' else (they need it)
Pray you see the bigger picture,
look at momma health
Wake up, nigga, wake up
Let down the top, nigga
that's your paystub
It's hard as hell for this
Florida boy (A Nolia boy)
Home of young niggas killin' with
no remorse, with no remorse
Home of young niggas killin'
with no remorse
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs, now we rollin',
boys (rollin', boys yeah)
And my momma raised me, FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases, I'm on
Bitch, I'm a Florida boy
Old school, big-ass rims,
sittin' like Tonka Toys
I got a Florida state of mind
now, I be on my grind now
Let my niggas shine now, they on
I could've been a student,
my mind was polluted
Project unit nigga, I could
smell all the raw sewage
Told myself, "Time to go do this"
Sidelines, can't be switching
up like I'm Ray Lewis
For the young niggas watching,
I'm rocking my jewelry
Turn it into franchises
as you maturing
Jonny Dang seen a lot of chains
Substituted for them days
I miss my father's face
All these politicians
need they face cut
Beefing with niggas you
went to school with
Easter Sunday at church,
prayed in the pulpit
I'm rocking Rollies with homies
I made some moves with
I'm buying homes for the woadies
we toted tools with
Quit acting funny, get money,
and fuck some new chicks
Or get buried with niggas
you broke the rules with
And my mama raised me, FLA paid me
I ain't gotta hate no nigga,
I just keep on winnin'
(Call me a Florida boy)
My bitch'll pull up in the Chevy,
you can't keep up with her
You ain't gon' hit me for no
lick, bitch I keep it on me
Top down by myself, but
I'm never lonely
(Call me a Florida boy) (Yeah)
See, I ain't really finna
have remorse for ya
This ain't a Maybach but my
Audi A8 seats go way back
They go way back, 30s on the Cutlass
I'm a golden acre warrior?
Livin' like the OG slime peanut butter
Nigga gotta eat, I'm talkin'
to the Last Supper
I'm Jordan in this motherfucker,
puttin' mad numbers up
Project Baby street life
when I'm a customer
Yeah, that's what I'm accustomed to
Boy, I'm a young bull come charging
when he running you
We ain't over there in public
houses like we growin' too
But it's still a struggle so you
can't get too comfortable
'Cause niggas see that money coming
and they try to come for you
But they don't know that this famous
shit mean nothin' to you
Still keep a gun or two and
I still dump at you
Crawl 'fore I walk, started running
then I fucking flew
Livin' like The Huxtables, but
still eatin' Lunchables
Yeah, and we ain't even
leave the porch
We do this shit for Florida,
I was rich before touring
Thor, standing on my ten,
got it out the floor
Been jumped off the porch,
since 14, I had a lawyer
Hit a lick in a stolen car
with no headlights
I'll stop at the Wing Stop,
but not the red light
I killed the whole DMV, no star shit
Got it off credit cards,
shit, yeah, larceny
It was back in 2015,
me and Baby linked
But I'm just a type of young
nigga, listen 'fore I speak
I'd be flaw to say Wayne
ain't influence me
I don't play both sides,
nigga, I keep it too G
I apply rules and shit like
the rules to the skreet
Whacking niggas and jacking niggas
for hoes snatching jewelry
I'm a Haitian boy, I'm draped
up in Cuban link
Haitian but I'm draped
up in Cuban link
I swear we ain't even need the hook
They gave my dawg a long sentence,
he can't even read a book
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The whole Tri county
I love the Tri county
but I hate everybody
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