| Don’t get mad when I kill it on this track again
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| With my crew chillin' out on the ave again
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| Blazin' through, coming through with my Cadillac
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| Old style, chrome grill, seat laid back
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| Palm trees, spring break, and nudity
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| Smokin' trees with my peeps in South Beach
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| Everybody 'round here knows me
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| The crazy local boy with real estate property
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| That’s right, I got dough to stack
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| In the land of the sand, every cul de sac
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| From the streets to the clubs, everybody shows love
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| And they like that I’m back like Shaq, son
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| Won’t stop cause I’m back at multiplatinum
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| Time for action, not what do y’all say
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| This type of shit happens every day
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| Another day in the sunshine state and I’m
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| Cruisin' down the street in my six four
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| Chrome shinin', seat laid back
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| For real, you know the drill
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| Drop top Caddillac
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| I could spend a week laid out in South Beach
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| Ridin' up the ave with my nice dime piece
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| Body’s so unique I guess I’m reachin' my peak
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| Gotta be the bling for this pimped out freak
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| FLA resident, I’m floatin' in the bim
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| I might take the bucket while I hide behind ten
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| From Mex to Tex, Tex to Miami
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| Straight laced shell toed, tattooed and crazy
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| I got to get my head sprung, just to get right
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| Or maybe spring to orbit on a full moon night
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| Or fly with the birds on the water by the beach
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| Got to keep my pants saggin', never out of reach
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| Freak momma nah, got my momma back at home
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| Baby you can get, cause I’m flyin' all alone
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| I don’t need a crush, got a family that truesin
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| In my zone, Cadillac straight cruisin'
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| I’m rollin'
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| Down the avenue, see the shorties is scoping
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| Drop top down feel the breeze of the ocean
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| Law is right behind me, I don’t care 'cause I’m rollin'
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| See that I’m rollin'
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| No worries on my mind
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| See me passin' by and you know that I’m high
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| With my dime piece in the passenger side
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| Yeah, you can tell that I’m living the life
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| By the way that I’m rollin' |