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florida shit - tory lanez lyrics

[intro]
motherf*cker
that’s why i f*cked your b*tch
haha, ayy, ayy
this sh*t specially sent out (it’s specially sent)
to all my n*ggas from florida (all my b*tches too)
haha, ayy, ayy
yeah, i’m talking north miami, poppin’ to orlando
jacksonville, tampa, all y’all n*ggas up there, i see you (oh, sh*t, b*tch)
ayy, kodak, you gon’ be proud of this flow right here, watch this, watch this, ayy
check

[verse]
i swear for god, i’m only stepping for my own fam
i’m praying when i see my enemy, this sh*t don’t jam
he been staying inside like quarantine, that’s why i don’t see him
hope my label drop, they know it’s me soon as them ho’s see ’em
i’m swagging up out that hot car, look like i’m puerto rican (what?)
from out of the dark, we rockstars, and plus, we holding pieces
you wouldn’t even let me get that p*ssy, why you wanna tease me?
you want your period at 5 a.m, then why you wanna see me? (lil’ b*tch)
i’m putting my foot down on these ho’s and now they talking easy
getting ready to dip all on this chick, it look like polynesian
my flow west*side, my b*tch chest out
got catch me from the left side, cause that’s my best side
got to hop in and ride this d*ck ’cause ain’t no time to test drive
she ain’t do sh*t for your side, but she getting f*cked, this side
twenty thousand dollars in bottles, my tendencies taller
lie to him, said it was runtz, but i sold him gelato
i know that b*tch be calling me daddy, but that b*tch ain’t my daughter (nah)
jay whipping up in that catty ’cause that lambo stalling
i done shot dice with everybody in barcelona
thirty thousand, well, tell a b*tch to call her homie, aye
rockin’ prada, i’m looking like the god father
aye, spoil the b*tch, you’d think the b*tch my god daughter (aye)
yuh, we moving the za*za all the way out in texas
n*ggas hating, i clique up with the mexicans
telling you, i’m a lil’ more famous, b*tch, i ain’t a pedestrian (woah)
yeah, i’m a lil’ too faded, i might f*ck your best friend, woah
i’m topping on za*za, i’m one with the raw*raw
f*cking these b*tches, i’m making them top off, ho, til’ she c*ck off
“want me to take you to dinner, baby?” mm, nah*uh
giving a f*ck, i take the baddest lil’ b*tch to popeyes
i got the urus painted yellow just to match the furniture
wh0res on my floor dancing like it’s caribana
she think she poppin’ ’cause he eat a p*ssy, b*tch, nada
yeah, i promise around here, shawty, you gettin’ some, nada
a lot of these p*ssy n*ggas will tell you they love you but they leeches
you say you love me and you my partner, why i ain’t get on no feature?
i’m doing this sh*t for them florida jit’s that’s out here doing my pieces
she running and slipping to that bank, b*tch, i feel like regis (yeah)
okay, i’m poppin’ prada, i’m dropping dollars
i’m poppin’ the b*tch then pop your collar, i got to holla
i’m f*cking a b*tch from guatemala, with all the dollars
i’m stepping this b*tch, i ain’t a baller, i’m baller, baller
okay, and i ain’t no getting back out the beef
f*ck n*ggas try to trick me out the streets
if i ever copped a plead and i was tryna keep a player (what?)
just know, i’ma k!ll your ass later, boy (haha)
back to these ho’s, you know they’ve gotten so filthy
she hopping up on my d*ck, she tryna ride it and milk it
she like how the inside of my rolls*royce so silky
i like how the inside of that p*ssy felt when i peeled it (yeah)
she dropped down, got her eagle on, then i k!lled it
my auntie tried to tell me “stop sippin,” i still sip
it’s propaganda, i drop the fanta
i’m mixing the lean, the tropicana
like arm and hammer
and i’m a gangster on the scene, but not on camera (nah)
that f*ck n*gga be doing my green, so i’ma blam it (bap, bap)
[outro]
it’s tory, n*gga, ayy
and when you see me sw*nging on that motherf*ckin’ 95 and your b*tch sw*nging out that window like “d*mn, who the f*ck is that, n*gga?”
just know, n*gga, it’s me shining like a motherf*ckin’ diamond
if i’m lying, i’m flying, b*tch, you know what the h*ll it is
man, anytime i go out i’m in there like swimmer
out there like mouth gettin’ b*tched
i’m sliding down from muhf*ckin’ lauderdale, just picked up a qp
rich n*ggas at taboose, broke boys at b00bies, man
you know how this sh*t is
uh, miss the red cup, one cup, two cup, blue cup, i keep on going
your ho keep on hoeing
and anytime i get caught with this ice, n*gga, it keep on snowing
d*mn, these hoes love me, n*gga
you know what it is, i’m sippin’ bubbly, n*gga
i got ho’s on my d*ck, n*gga, and i can never stop it (why?)
’cause i’m gorgeous, baby, i’m f*ckin’ gorgeous
that’s my outro

- tory lanez lyrics

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