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be the greatest father my daughter ever
thought of
Look at my, look at my life now it's different
Life turned around and did a 360
They got a Florida

Big City Girls

Blues Traveler

Suzie Cracks the Whip

2012

You got one boy
With your right hand
And the other one
You hail a taxi cab

Big city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my way back

of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is

extending my
Hand that boy's a rat
And I don't party in them
Clubs where informants at
Cause they watching, and the listening
And they plotting with they

and grab another by the hip

Let me just do my thing
Let me just do my thing
Let me just do my thing thing
She want to hold a nigga down like
She want

me back, hold me back, yeah (hold me back, ayy)
Really on God, yeah, really on God, yeah

Ask me where my Rollie at, ayy
Can I ask you where your

I like lemon pepper, I like Florida wеather
(I like Florida weathеr)
I like mackin' and stackin', I do it tandem
Call my UZI "iCarly", bro' dancin'

watching the sky
Cause I hear the alarms
No longer entertained by porno
No longer is my brain carnal
No longer am I a slave to strongholds
No longer am I

a new life

The devil is from Florida with long blond hair
She plays by her rules and claims to be fair
Makes you think you got the cards in your hand

the storm and take me as I am
Baby, it's magic any time that we're together
I make I just love you and hold you for my hand

Hold you for my hand, my

rocking like a cruise ship
Uh ion dance I be jooking
2 step when I see your shorty looking
Aye real Florida boy yeah my moves nice
I might Wu tang with it

they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all

What It's Gonna Be

Gucci Mane

Street Certified, Vol. 1

2005

Ricky Roze and Flo Rida 
I rock Maris with the money ball like Stoudemire Omare 
Hold a blunt with my left hand to show my automall is Paris 
Look

walking round Florida yelling themTexas boys ain't shit
Well hell what it do
Burberry on the roof
When I'm coming better move
Knock a opp right out his

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

shallow
Only worry bout myself
Because that's all I can manage
Givin' time to more shit
And be more understanding
To everyone that hold it down
My

time I hit the gas and took a flight
If I don't got nothin left I get some more to make it right
Got my future in my hands it's up to me to make it

cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man

the check at that barbecue restaurant
And wouldn't even hold my hand
Next time you remind me
Remember boy don't forget
You say don't forget in Mexico
You told

what I saw (Hell naw naw naw)
Maybe you'd live by your own laws too (Hell naw naw naw goodbye) 
I do not (I don't need negativity in my life)
I do not (I

flocking 'round my way
Got my back against the wall, uh
I'm ready to spray
Standing by the lightpost, breakfast
Got my hand on my hand on my right toes
Cause

said hold up lemme ask you
Hold up lemme ask you

Do you like a bitch with a big butt?
Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell yeah!
Do you like a bitch gobble dick

still is
How long can you hold your breath
I won't inhale or exhale even though my lungs flex well
Even in each waiting day's next hell
Sneezing wheezing

the swamp Im from Florida, Im a gator
Cant spend all my racks Ima save some for later
She got potential with this money upgrade her
On my way to the top