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Florida Shit
Hip-Hop/Rap
Florida Shit was released on December 1, 2025 by 1737263 Records DK2 as a part of the album Florida Shit - Single
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Release DateDecember 1, 2025
Label1737263 Records DK2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MoFwea
MoFwea
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Moshe Ettedgui
Moshe Ettedgui
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maxxair
Maxxair
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Florida shit, that Florida shit the biggest shit
I'm fuckin' all them bitches like after this shit come the winter
Florida shit, that Florida shit the biggest shit
Just cause I call her baby, that shit don't mean I'm comin' in her
Florida shit, that Florida shit the biggest shit
Sunny side, this is Florida, wait until I fully cook
Florida shit, that Florida shit the biggest shit
Bro got a stomach, he can let a semi stare and fully look
If you my dawg, I'm a squid, one call, I'm already with it
Put a lock on the lead, they copyin' all the lyrics
Kept it hush when I ain't need
But kept you from the embarrassment
Could've punked you a way I shouldn't red dot turn you a period
They gon' be IG gurus, but ain't big at all
I'm the sign you put after you mop, drip, might slip and fall
They wanna knock me I'm concrete, you better off kicking a wall
How that bitch really your bitch? She in the whip, grippin' the ball
Florida shit, that Florida shit the biggest shit
I'm fuckin' all them bitches like after this shit come the winter
Florida shit, that Florida shit the biggest shit
Just cause I call her baby, that shit don't mean I'm comin' in her
Florida shit, that Florida shit the biggest shit
Sunny side, this is Florida, wait until I fully cook
Florida shit, that Florida shit the biggest shit
Bro got a stomach, he can let a semi stare and fully look
I ain't Asian, but I've taken losses, now I lost could wait
198, lost the gut, still got pockets thought I lost the weight
Had my respect jit but you fake, how you go from a boss to gay
I'll put cheese on my teeth, look like I ain't flossed in days
They got my lyrics up they ass and I'm shittin, my colon not stopping
I'm so original though, you would think Cole and Nas copy
Hot lips to Fwea, my dawg show you how cold the knocks could be
I ain't no bitch, the type to give yours a colonoscopy
He a pro V-Lone repper, but he ain't got no cheese
Jit movin' like a piano harmony followin' my lead
When you was fightin' a case though, all the weeks stopped goin' to sleep
And these the folks I folded dough for who wouldn't throw a thing for me
Your friend cold, if you don't ask her if she feel me, then I'll ask her
Tell her what I do colder than what the last could
I done had plenty ass, but you cold and not all ass good
Which rapper you know flip three bars about Alaska
Florida shit, that Florida shit the biggest shit
I'm fuckin' all them bitches like after this shit come the winter
Florida shit, that Florida shit the biggest shit
Just cause I call her baby, that shit don't mean I'm comin' in her
Florida shit, that Florida shit the biggest shit
Sunnyside, this is Florida, wait until I fully cook
Florida shit, that Florida shit the biggest shit
Bro got a stomach, he can let a semi stare and fully look
She like the bottom of the earth, that bottom make the bed rock
Don't got a thot that I'm for sure with, got the pape in wedlock
Been tight with dawg since 6, I'm certain dawg a day one dreadlock
And I am not no bitch, but yours give papa Fwea a TED talk
Written by: Moshe Ettedgui
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