Florida Roulette
Tallent made the beat, yeah
Uh, yeah
Ah, ah
Ay, ay
Make a movie like a flick (Lick a flick like a flick)
Who that was it was your bitch (Was your bitch, ah)
Messy with the shits (With the shits)
Got damn green, celery
I need all this bread
Need the butter
Don't be fucking with my bread
Get them cutters
Put that shit right at your head, uh
Russian roulette (Ay)
Russian roulette (Uh)
And i'm on a jet that's a PJ (Ooh)
I'm feeling right got that Pinot Grigio (Ay)
You feeling right, you feeling right
You off the white
You wanna chill just for the night
You wanna chill you could get the pipe
I am gone slide
She just wanna talk my shit (Uh)
Messy messy messy ay coming for the it, coming for it
She know I am that nigga I run Florida (Huh)
I pulled up
And it's sunny i'm like huh
Cause I got gold teeth
That's how I shine (Gold teeth shine)
Why she always tryna read my mind (Why why why why)
I just wanna slide cause i'm a slimeball
Ooh, she like how I ball
Make a movie like a flick (Lick a flick like a flick)
Who that was it was your bitch (Was your bitch, ah)
Messy with the shits (With the shits)
Got damn green, celery
I need all this bread
Need the butter
Don't be fucking with my bread
Get them cutters
Put that shit right at your head, uh
Russian roulette (Ay)
Russian roulette
Russian roulette
Russian roulette
Uh, yeah
Ah, ah
Ay, ay
Make a movie like a flick (Lick a flick like a flick)
Who that was it was your bitch (Was your bitch, ah)
Messy with the shits (With the shits)
Got damn green, celery
I need all this bread
Need the butter
Don't be fucking with my bread
Get them cutters
Put that shit right at your head, uh
Russian roulette (Ay)
Russian roulette (Uh)
And i'm on a jet that's a PJ (Ooh)
I'm feeling right got that Pinot Grigio (Ay)
You feeling right, you feeling right
You off the white
You wanna chill just for the night
You wanna chill you could get the pipe
I am gone slide
She just wanna talk my shit (Uh)
Messy messy messy ay coming for the it, coming for it
She know I am that nigga I run Florida (Huh)
I pulled up
And it's sunny i'm like huh
Cause I got gold teeth
That's how I shine (Gold teeth shine)
Why she always tryna read my mind (Why why why why)
I just wanna slide cause i'm a slimeball
Ooh, she like how I ball
Make a movie like a flick (Lick a flick like a flick)
Who that was it was your bitch (Was your bitch, ah)
Messy with the shits (With the shits)
Got damn green, celery
I need all this bread
Need the butter
Don't be fucking with my bread
Get them cutters
Put that shit right at your head, uh
Russian roulette (Ay)
Russian roulette
Russian roulette
Russian roulette
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Writer(s): Solomon Mcphaul Iii
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