Florida Boy Tempted

One hand is all I need
To get him clapped
Treating fuck niggas
Like my sushi, get him wrapped
Fifty two to fifty, yeah
Knock him off the map
Can't fuck with me in this race
Boy you getting lapped, ha
He get lap, no computer
Remove his top, yeah
Don't call your homies
My advise is please stop, yeah
Raid the flies
Bodies getting dropped
Full sweep the evidence
I'm janitorial with the mop, aye yeah

Let me chill
For these pussy tip the coppers
Thinking that they're styling
Rocking fucking knee knockers
Can't catch me slipping nigga
Even if my flow wet
They speak a killing
But they ain't even got their toes wet
Don't worry about what I've done done
That's confidential
Just make sure you're stepping
How you're repping off your mental
Your fragile actions
Will not cause me to be gentle
Beat him up or I can draw
And have your homies find your stencil
Enough about what I would do
Inform you what I'm fin to
Oil the A R
Case I got business to attend to
Find it ironic
How I'm free-styling off my mental
Speaking of head, put money on yours
To get you popped like a pimple
Your bitch face, match her ass
Both got a couple dimples
Ghetto booty make me looney
Fin to watch those cheeks ripple
Juices splashing on my pelvis
Before I give up on her nipples
Freaky southern bitch
Finish sucking ranch up out my pickle

One hand is all I need
To get him clapped
Treating fuck niggas
Like my sushi, get 'em rapped
Fifty two to fifty, yeah
Knock him off the map
Can't fuck with me in this race
Boy you're getting lapped, hon
He get lap, no computer
Remove his top, yeah
Don't call your homies
My advise is please stop, yeah
Raid the flies
Bodies getting dropped
Full sweep the evidence
I'm janitorial with the mop



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Writer(s): Keith Lee
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