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A dust cloud on the rise
Wild boys fallen far from glory
Reckless and so hungered
On the razors edge you trail
Because there's murder by the roadside
faster
Than a G4
They'll make a lotta jokes but still hit Florida just to see her folks
Let's Deploy
Our minds from all the practices that keep holding us
a couple of hoes and spend some cheese
That's how a boy's life is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout It
Then down to D.C. where
the clown of the town
Come on boy
Be a man
They got quarters, they got grams
Rob everything, I'm from Florida understand
That's the president what's
I miss the old mat
I miss the old little kim man
Itty bitty hanguk boy
Hanging out in spanish class
I miss the days when we was
Ripping into jetpunk
warriors
Tote somethin' that spray same shape as Florida
Lookin' for me, boy, you'll find me
Down in Dougherty County in a small city called Albany,
were visiting relatives in Florida
It was a horrible time, you remember tension
Your dad, mom, a grandfather and one of a succession of wives
Everybody
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
warriors
Tote somethin' that spray same shape as Florida
Lookin' for me, boy, you'll find me
Down in Dougherty County in a small city called Albany,
what you see on TV
We live it
We on it boy
Damn right we on it boy
Shit I love my city
Hell yeah an I rep my city
I'm from Florida nigga
St.pete Florida
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
this oldness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
So I will live as I see fit
And there will be those who will not like it
But in the arms
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All 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
you're by my side
When you're by my side
Take time to notice
Boy I know you're focused, you never really show this
Yeah I got you hoping, you're the one
When the girls give them a double shot
School boy pops pull out the stops on a Friday night
And those teenage tramps in skin-tight pants
Do the E
Crocodile
That gator got a mind
Florida boy shi
Been tooting that stick
Good teeth thick bitch
In the seat of my ride
Big Ol Maniac
Big Ol Maniac
Big
goes
Don't make the smoke but I'm never opposed
Make that boy ouu like it's a young terio
I'm Florida's finest I might need a toast
Just take a shot
with Satan
All these boys want you talking they tough, but they talking to bacon
I can see that y'all been faking, I see that y'all conceited
Don't make
clique Val Sdot C2six
Nico Santana sane state I live
That's the Sonshine State SON You know this
Boys bout that action fly Florida fashion
Last but not
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