Flawda Ish (feat. J Chat)

Must be something in the water
Hey Florida
Stand up

I know she likes the way we vibing
I know I do, she don't be tripping about my BM
She like the way I slide up in it like my DM all pm, ah yeah
She my Toni Braxton she getting me higher
Just like my box Chevy 26's yeah that's that Florida sh*t
Gold grill, shotgun riding that's my Florida b*tch
That's that Florida sh*t
That's that Florida sh*t
That's that Florida sh*t
With my Florida b*tch

Just hopped 95 and we sliding
Stick in the whip, ridiculous drip with little baby vibing
No flick of the wrist
But she's so dope she got a n*gga higher than the tip of a blimp
Could kiss the sky when we're riding, my type of timing
9-0-4 to the 3-0-5 and
4-0-7, 8-5-0 climbing
Up them seven hills, peeped it through the grape vine
Then I put that squeeze on her just to
Make a lickle whine (little wine)
Now we jookin' off in Tampa, Tony no Montana
Told her the world's yours, Scarface after the bandana
Going hard in the paint, nail on the head
I got the stick, she got the hammer
Off on that drink, she handle my kids
Full house, Danny Tanner
Told her if she want it she can get it
Know I'm 100 with it, no cap, no fitted
Jumped on I-10, told me hit it, triple digits
Sipping liquid sunshine, made it rain
And started driftin' now I'm grippin' like my tires
Bust a U-ey then we headed back to Duval
5 hour poured to M-I-A and pulled an Uncle Luke
All throwed, but we riding til we there
On some if you believe in having sex say "hell yeah!"

I know she likes the way we vibing
I know I do, she don't be tripping about my BM
She like the way I slide up in it like my DM all pm, ah yeah
She my Toni Braxton she getting me higher
Just like my box Chevy 26's yeah that's that Florida sh*t
Gold grill, shotgun riding that's my Florida b*tch

She said DJ, get on your Fred Taylor: run it back
Heavy rotation, Rick Ross, Maybach
I'm all up in her car tunes, no Disney
World, I'm a rock it like Cape Canaveral
You ain't in the picture, she croppin' and you
Blockin' on Mutombo
The land of scrimp and bet I'm ordering up some jumbo
Pocket-watching trying to see what we got
Everyday we mega-million (make a million)
Magic, taking shots in Orlando
Getting dough in 4-0-7 how we planned, though
Balling and I swing out, no commando
Free game what I'm dropping
South Beach vippin' off in traffic down Collins
Poured up sippin', know she listening 'cause I'm holla'n
Daytona 500 on these tracks no stoppin', all gas no brakes

I know she likes the way we vibing
I know I do, she don't be tripping about my BM
She like the way I slide up in it like my DM all pm, ah yeah
She my Toni Braxton she getting me higher
Just like my box Chevy 26's yeah that's that Florida sh*t
Gold grill, shotgun riding that's my Florida b*tch
That's that Florida sh*t
That's that Florida sh*t
That's that Florida sh*t
With my Florida b*tch



Credits
Writer(s): Teiron Robinson, Rudy Sandapa, Joseph Scott, Bruce Falson, Aaren Walker, Choppalot Beatz, Jarred Chatman, Ceasar Arvinger Iv
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