Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Florida Gator , by - ALLBLACKRelease date: 19.04.2018
Song language: English
Florida Gator |
| Where I come from, my mind |
| I ain’t the one |
| Birdie told me you was speakin' on me |
| Told that birdie I’m gettin' money, I don’t care what he said |
| Y’all want ALLBLACK to be like James Stacey |
| Wouldn’t stop runnin' if the doc amputated my legs |
| Run up a thirty strip and a tip out thirteen breads |
| Grindin' like Chris Cole 'cause I gotta keep Maxine fed |
| The words stop, quarter done, never roll off my tongue |
| Take the pedals off the bike, I’ma hop on the pegs |
| Niggas be Mike Epps, so goddamn funny |
| Hangin' around all these OG’s and still ain’t got no money |
| Hop around bitches tryna get fed like a white Dutch bunny |
| Keep tellin' fables on these beats and you might get lucky |
| Jenna ignored me, now she on me, they think I’m a dummy |
| I was in that Bronco with no cash, she would roast and record me |
| See me with HBK P-Lo and I was tearin' up Nordy’s |
| Don’t give a fuck if your name Cardi, I won’t let you touch me |
| Nah I’m lyin', I’ma whip out and let the ho suck me |
| Let her think shit all gravy, take her out when it’s sunny |
| Let her fade up on some packs, think she make her some money |
| And kick a four three on her dumb ass like '08 Humpty |
| I can’t feed your old beggin' ass |
| You better dig deep for some change in that Michael Kors bag |
| Don’t call my phone with that brother shit, askin' for dollars |
| Go ask that bitch you fuckin' on 'cause I ain’t one of your partners it’s BLACK |
| I got the flavor |
| Jordan Downs, I was a savior |
| I got the flavor, I got the flavor |
| Hopped in the game, kept it player |
| I need the cheese, every layer |
| Come with the sauce like a cater |
| Give me the mouth like a gator |
| I know some Zoes in the gator, I know some Zoes in Decatur |
| I took that show on the road, yeah I sold some zones in Decatur |
| Can’t go for broke that’s a no no |
| Mutumbo, my hustle on full grown gorilla |
| My body is covered in Bape |
| And Worcester sauce on my steak |
| And shoulders with bosses, don’t shake hands with snakes |
| Now look, my mind too |
| That slime juice is in my Simply, all I need is a lighter fool |
| But he walk in these crime scene shoes |
| It’s gon' be hard for you to find these Loubs |
| Heavy handed, I really sip when I ply the juice |
| Ayy, I’m booted up, all this shit on me |
| A young dog’s on that shit, watch your lips on me |
| All this sauce on me, I’d hate for shit to get salty |
| My niggas come with poles and one goal like they went golfing |
| Catered to who, oh I see you think this shit come easy |
| I don’t owe a nigga nothin', only dish out for my mama and seed |
| So I’ma tell you straight faced, go find a better reason |
| And hope a way to get some money is where the shit lead you |
| I got the flavor |
| Jordan Downs, I was a savior |
| I got the flavor, I got the flavor |
| Hopped in the game, kept it player |
| I need the cheese, every layer |
| Come with the sauce like a cater |
| Give me the mouth like a gator |