Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dez Nado
Dez Nado
Rap
Ice Billion Berg
Ice Billion Berg
Rap
Ty Watcher
Ty Watcher
Rap
Blood Raw
Blood Raw
Rap
L Dot G
L Dot G
Rap
J Chat
J Chat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Isiah Scott
Joseph Isiah Scott
Songwriter
Bruce Faison
Bruce Faison
Lyrics
Jarred Chatman
Jarred Chatman
Lyrics
Aaren Walker
Aaren Walker
Lyrics
Ceasar Arvinger IV
Ceasar Arvinger IV
Lyrics
Teiron Robinson
Teiron Robinson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dez Nado
Dez Nado
Recording Engineer
Choppalot Beatz
Choppalot Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Dez Nado what they do
Must be something in the water
Hey Florida
I go by the name of Blood Raw, man
Stand up
It's the remix
I know she likes the way we vibing
I know I do she don't trippin' 'bout my BM
She like the way I slide up in it like my DM all PM, aw yeah
She my Toni Braxton she gettin' me higher
Just like my box Chevy 26's yeah that's that Florida ****
Gold grill shotgun ridin' with my Florida *****
Yeah, that's that Florida ****
Yeah, that's that Florida ****
Yeah, that's that Florida ****
With my Florida ****
Still ridin' 95 and we slidin'
Got money to flip
I'm off in the VIP
Like that's where I'm residin'
Banana clip, can't never slip
In the gun shine
From 904 to 305, monkey business
Don't stop no show
Yeah, like Andre, we a giant
Mannin' up, Eli
Benjamins, triple stack
'77, all-Madden
My continental drift
Earthquakin' when I shift
Party good like Marley would
And toss the spliff
Blowin' good like that dual exhaust, pause
At least 3 ho's sack chasin' call me Mr. Klaus
Candy apple donk, slidin' good, that's that Florida ****
Clock in from the whip when I feel like goin' corporate
Drop, drop the limo tint when we float to feel the breeze
West coast then to the east, hit the beach and slow my speed up
So everybody round hear that pound when we creep through
Two miles an hour so everybody sees who
Passin' through clean, gon' head and follow
Put the world on that VIP got 'em vibing to that Dez Nado
On the ave, brains blowed, hella poured, never spill it
Vision power, skirtin' twelve, block be hotter than skillet
Play it cool 80s baby, Paperboy bout my skrilla
Block beatin' with horses, and in my trunk is gorillas
That loud got em lookin' like Thriller, yeah, it's a killer
So I had to wake him up whammin' harder than Armadillo
Duval to Broward County
Leon like Sam Cassell
Shootin' shots but ain't drivin'
Chevy Chevelle, hell
How many thotties wanna be involved?
They don't love me
They just love my car, yeah
Do em nasty as a diaper when you change
Paint job wet as wipers when it rains
Cobra in the whip so the law can't detect, gon' get in
95 on 10 in the wind, Florida ****
And I know they steady looking towards us
Because the Chevy so gorgeous
Good credit can't afford this, no
We'll be on a never-ending tour if I took you around Florida
'Cause they'll all stop us and ask us how we doin'
Florida ain't friendly but they love who they love
Especially when they watch you come up from the mud
I be with pirates and boys out the woods
Who fight gators and still go get fly for the club
Gold grills, tricked out whips
And our ladies is the baddest
In Florida we be grindin' even females can get savage
Sunshine state even when it rain, it get ratchet
Florida, boy, for real
You can tell how I walk though
Everybody got fire
Ain't scared to pop off,
Dirty south for real
You can tell how we talk
Ain't no other place like Florida
You ain't here then check us out
We be doin' our lil dance
So back back, and watch out
 
I know she likes the way we vibing
I know I do she don't trippin' 'bout my BM
She like the way I slide up in it like my DM all PM, aw yeah
She my Toni Braxton she gettin' me higher
Just like my box Chevy 26's yeah that's that Florida ****
Gold grill shotgun ridin' with my Florida ****
Coming from the west side, 103rd and Collins
I ain't a native, but I promise this is where I resided
Back and forth to Orlando, had me uppin the mileage
But it was gas, so you know a **** had to provide it
Shout out to Jax, that's the city, y'all been showin' me love
Now I'm Thanos in this ho, I'm bout to go for the glove
Florida been a blessing from the Father above
You know a **** cut his teeth down in Florida, what
 Top back, low key, slidin' through the city
 Trunk beatin' in the donk with somethin' pretty
 Fresh out the mall, bout to hit the hood
 Everybody out, you know it's all good
 Trunk goin' crazy, candy lookin' pretty
 If them babies on the block, you know I'm **** with it
 Young **** vibin', ain't nobody trippin'
 Them **** hit the block, you know them **** dippin'
 Sun's out, so them buns out
 And them donks back to back, that's what I'm talkin' bout
You can tell a Florida **** by the way we dress
And if all else fails we gon' get a check
 I know she likes the way we vibing
I know I do she don't trippin' 'bout my BM
She like the way I slide up in it like my DM all PM, aw yeah
She my Toni Braxton she gettin' me higher
Just like my box Chevy 26's yeah that's that Florida ****
Gold grill shotgun ridin' with my Florida ****
Yeah, that's that Florida ****
Yeah, that's that Florida ****
Yeah, that's that Florida ****
With my Florida ****
Written by: Aaren Walker, Bruce Faison, Ceasar Arvinger IV, Jarred Chatman, Joseph Isiah Scott, Teiron Robinson
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