Fiyablasta - Flo-da lyrics

Refrain: "Welcome to the south," I tell you 10 years late I know that I still barely claim the Sunshine State I am a seedling of sunflowers, so my take On hip hop doesn't register in Tampa Bay Cause IMO, there's too many songs for the club That's why they tell me that I don't make enough I'm trying to be the alternative Plus, I'm living life without the "turn up kit" Cause I don't smoke and I don't drink Unless it's ham and a DP (Doc. Pepper) I got 23 flavors! But since they only want one they won't play us They want bangers Like I'm a Miley Cyrus selling c**aina felon Aiming at your melon with a deadly weapon A farce to be reckon with once you step into Flo-da Chorus: Flo-da This that Flo-da That Flo-da Verse: This the Flo-da throw a sober soul who want to roll a little bit offset Tampa handles xans and grams like flashes in the pan, that perk of set Tripping; missing milli's gets a k**ing if you're dealing; get that check Peel them feelings, drill them women, then fifth wheel them; spare no disrespek (Hey) I just let the rhythm hit the folk (Hey) I imagine everything I wrote (Skrt) in the foreign while you walk the curb (Skrt) hope that flexing getting on your nerves (Woo) brother trying to make it out the trap (Woo) but the wrist in motion got me racks (Bands) so this fly paper got me stuck (Bands) Curad got me for the papercuts Running the streets has got me so cunning they say I'm mobbing Like ASAP, give me the dollars or a gat has momma sobbing Cause, homie, the streets is watching and phonies getting one option You snitches become a problem, you fixing to catch a hot one Just like I got your GF; she tell me you on that BS You playing games like a PS; for you that means time to eat dust And since you could never beat us, she calling to get the leader's Pen I-S, but she a reject and all that's coming are these checks Like another comma and another comma Count another hunnid and another hunnid Bands have her dancing, but pa**ing romancing Means packing my pants with the cash that I'm stacking Just a little fling, then I'm back in (work) Hustling the art that I craft in (work) Homie, this the grind; I don't dab in (work) So take another hit and then pa** it (work) Sticking with the green; I ain't eating lean No promethazine; Split it with the team Women going wild when they're in the crowd Know we're well endowed; tipping a cash cow Knew that fusing music proves that Dude has stupid pen game Fools to eager duel the speaker who at leisure used your weaker Tunes and geeked your super freak or Rick James Eff your couch potato set, cause I tornado F-4 your whole label; yes, sir, my flow fatal in flames Lightning cap; smite these cats like he snaps Fight these facts: Ten gauge (shots) And now you know that this that Flo-da You don't need R-I Mixed with that Kansas country grammar And it went awry I'm from Top-City, but I live in A new T-Town right? So when you listen to this mixture You know it sounds tight I'm a Chief who don't be chiefing 'Bout the Bucs, but don't be stealing Bright as Rays in summer skies Rap Royalty; I'm next in line But right now They see me as a serf on this turf Preferring pauper's with the popular verse So Refrain: "Welcome to the south," I tell you 10 years late I know that I still barely claim the Sunshine State I am a seedling of sunflowers, so my take On hip hop doesn't register in Tampa Bay Cause IMO, there's too many songs for the club That's why they tell me that I don't make enough I'm trying to be the alternative Plus, I'm living life without the "turn up kit" Cause I don't smoke and I don't drink Unless it's ham and a DP (Doc. Pepper) I got 23 flavors! But since they only want one they won't play us They want bangers Like I'm a Miley Cyrus selling c**aina felon Aiming at your melon with a deadly weapon A farce to be reckon with once you step into Flo-da Chorus: Flo-da That Flo-da Flo-da