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I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit Florida shit Florida girl shit I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit Florida shit Florida girl shit I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit Florida shit Florida girl shit I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit Florida shit Florida girl shit Uh Florida shit Florida girl shit Ask your baby daddy Nothing like them girls from Florida bitch Booty shorts in the winter Eating crab legs for dinner She done got her check up She dont need nan nigga Raw jit flossy bitch Aint no flaw shit Fuck that nigga once turn him on then im off it Thumbing bands always in demand Prolly took your man Hottie in Versace do the money dance Brick fair on her body love to party She know somebody that know somebody Got the weed and mollies ugh (Mollies) She like fuck you hoes if you acting ocky She plugged in with the Haitians and the papis (Papis) I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit (Yea) Florida shit (Shit) Florida girl shit (Shit) I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit (They see it) Florida shit (Shit) Florida girl shit (Uh) I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit (Its lit) Florida shit Florida girl shit I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit (Uh) Florida shit Florida girl shit Slick mouth like her baby hair Nose in the air Lacefront got her looking foreign but she project Lil pump keep a baby nine right under the seat Never sleep she aint never sleep Know these hoes creep She gone ride like fuck yo side All you hoes pie You bitches swear you killing shit but never up no fi Them Florida bitches shot out yea we wear that shit with pride She'll take your whole heart just by looking in yo eyes No disrespect come correct when you talk to her And her brothers they dont play about they little sister do it (Sure dont) 904 813 305 Tallahassee I swear Florida got the baddest bitch alive I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit (Yea) Florida shit (Shit) Florida girl shit (Shit) I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit (They see it) Florida shit (Shit) Florida girl shit (Uh) I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit (Its lit) Florida shit (Shit) Florida girl shit (Uh) I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit (Uh) Florida shit Florida girl shit I got my glock out I pop out wherever its lit Florida shit Im a Florida boy bitch And if that hoe dont suck dick she cant get in this whip And if you cant make that flip I cant front you this zip Throw it back when she throw it back put it in her back Pussy good got me running back like a running back Big dick yea I talk shit how you love that And if you ever give this pussy up im coming with the strap Shit trill you know what it is You from out the ville Let me beat you but before i do can i pop this pill When i hit you imma talk to it let you know im real Got this bad ass bitch her nickname is K Mill I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit (Yea) Florida shit (Shit) Florida girl shit (Shit) I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit (They see it) Florida shit (Shit) Florida girl shit (Uh) I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit (Its lit) Florida shit (Shit) Florida girl shit (Uh) I got my cheeks out my belly out my back out it's lit (Uh) Florida shit Florida girl shit
Writer(s): Coby Bishop, Melvin Lorenzo Goggins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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