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lirik lagu luh tyler - florida boy (remix)

[intro: wiz khalifa]
uh (dog), uh (thanks yakree)
222 (dog, yeah), 222 (dog), i’ma step a few (dog)
222 (dog, uh), 222 (dog, it’s wizzle, hahaha)
i’ma step a few (yeah), i’ma step a few (dog)

[verse 1: wiz khalifa]
i ain’t gettin’ on the plane ‘less my gang in
customs wanna check my bag ’cause my chain in it
say they want that old wiz’ but i’m the same n~gga
you could have a billion dollars and still be a lame n~gga
i’m picasso with the pot flow, i just paint pictures
smoke weed every day, once out the month i drink liquor
when i switch the lane it might look like my paint drippin’
dang twistin’, lookin’ for her ’cause your bae missin’
poppin’ rubber bands and poppin’ chrome tags
hoppin’ off the jet, that’s why i’m jet lagged
show my passport then i’m movin’ past
bmf, i’m blowin’ marijuana fast
evеn if they tell me not to, i’ma smokе
got my money up, i’m never goin’ broke
wakin’ back, soon as i wake i gotta smoke
come to kush, i’m the g.o.a.t., i could teach you how to roll

[chorus: luh tyler]
black truck, blowin’ gas and we switchin’ lanes (switchin’ lanes)
gold t~~th, cuban links, and a lot of chains (skii)
shades on in the club, i can’t see a thing (on god)
bankroll in my pocket, i can make it rain (make it rain)
f~ck her with my chains on while she watch ’em sw~ng (ugh)
could’ve bust that b~tch down, but i kept it plain (ice)
i jumped out the bed and jumped on a plane
i done jumped in my bag, now they know my name (they know my name)
[verse 2: luh tyler]
if you ain’t about your bag, then stay in your lane (stay in your lane)
i need a money counter, this sh~t on the floor (floor)
takin’ pictures with my fans in the corner store (yeah)
this the life all these n~ggas really dreamin’ for (no cap)
this that real florida music, get you in that mode (in that mode)
this that get~money music, don’t listen if you’re broke (if you’re broke)
this that sh~t that make a n~gga wanna beat the road (beat the road)
this that sh~t that make a n~gga feel like f~ck these hoes (f~ck these hoes)
you ain’t never talkin’ money, keep your mouth closed (mouth closed)
chase some money, n~gga, and stop chasin’ clout ‘fore you run into a drought, bro (yeah)
let these hoes trick him, now that n~gga ’bout broke, huh, yeah (dumb~ass n~gga)

[chorus: luh tyler]
black truck, blowin’ gas and we switchin’ lanes (switchin’ lanes)
gold t~~th, cuban links, and a lot of chains (a lot of chains)
shades on in the club, i can’t see a thing (can’t see a thing)
bankroll in my pocket, i can make it rain (can make it rain)
f~ck her with my chains on while she watch ’em sw~ng (ugh)
could’ve bust that b~tch down, but i kept it plain (on god)
i jumped out the bed and jumped on a plane (on a plane)
i done jumped in my bag, now they know my name (skii)

[outro: luh tyler]
this that real florida music, get you in that mode (yeah)
this that get~money music, don’t listen if you’re broke (if you’re broke)
this that sh~t that make a n~gga wanna beat the road (beat the road)
this that sh~t that make a n~gga feel like f~ck these hoes
feel like f~ck these hoes
this that sh~t that make a n~gga wanna beat the road
yeah, don’t listen if you’re broke

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