Luh Tyler - Florida Boy (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Luh Tyler - Florida Boy (en) Lyrics
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Black truck, blowin' gas and we switchin'
lanes (Switchin' lanes)
Gold teeth, Cuban links, and
a lot of chains (Skii)
Shades on in the club, I can't
see a thing (On God)
Bankroll in my pocket, I can
make it rain (Make it rain)
Fuck her with my chains on while
she watch 'em swang (Ugh)
Could've bust that bitch down,
but I kept it plain (Ice)
I jumped out the bed and
jumped on a plane
I done jumped in my bag, now they
know my name (They know my name)
If you ain't about your bag, then stay
in your lane (Stay in your lane)
I need a money counter, this
shit on the floor (Floor)
Takin' pictures with my fans
in the corner store (Yeah)
This the life all these niggas
really dreamin' for (No cap)
This that real Florida music, get
you in that mode (In that mode)
This that get-money music,
don't listen if you're broke
(If you're broke)
This that shit that make a nigga wanna
beat the road (Beat the road)
This that shit that make a
nigga feel like fuck these
hoes (Fuck these hoes)
You ain't never talkin' money, keep
your mouth closed (Mouth closed)
Chase some money, nigga, and stop
chasin' clout 'fore you run
into a drought, bro (Yeah)
Let these hoes trick him, now
that nigga 'bout broke, huh,
yeah (Dumb-ass nigga)
Gold teeth, Cuban links, and a lot
of chains (A lot of chains)
Shades on in the club, I can't see
a thing (Can't see a thing)
Bankroll in my pocket, I can make
it rain (Can make it rain)
Could've bust that bitch down,
but I kept it plain (On God)
I jumped out the bed and jumped
on a plane (On a plane)
I done jumped in my bag, now
they know my name (Skii)
This that real Florida music,
get you in that mode (Yeah)
This that shit that make a nigga
feel like fuck these hoes
Feel like fuck these hoes
This that shit that make a
nigga wanna beat the road
Yeah, don't listen if you're broke
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