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Correct Summer In Florida Lyrics
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Andre Nickatina
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Correct Summer In Florida
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What's crakalackin, nackalackin, nigga whatcha packin? Now I hate bitches with a passion High model street fashion I stay weeded with the beat bashin Talkin shit when I'm smashin Put my rap down, profound in a virgin town Hit the mall like the God, now I'm splurgin now Crack a rhyme, hard crimes in all five barrels It's something like Egypt n the pharaohs Gimme the keys to ya' city, I'm still pick the lock And leave hella clues for the cops Leave fingerprints on the glock Leave I. D on the block Dawg did ya do it? No I did not Gun powder flour, nigga Geneva towers I love gummy bears, sweet n sour Dawg it's maniacal lyrical miracle spun, bitch Shell toe Adidas and Airforce Ones, bitch Smellin so cute in my Sean John suit Filmoe street, nigga bus' duece duece It's a felony rhyme n a melody crime, it's heavy Ya catch 4 reps right across ya belly Ya big homie, in Vegas like A Corleone It's all real, not a macaroni sin Imagine bullets bouncin off ya chin Forever fuckin off your dirty grin, in the end, yeeah Diamondback Eagle that's legal to kick it evil Bullets from behind to your peoples Serenade the whole Serengeti For full feti luccacini Chuck Taylor down and a beanie To kill Genie Takin off his coat Gotta clear his throat Religious like the Pope Ho let me hit that dope While these other cats say Please I'm breakin down these Gs Gigglin like a mutha fucker buckin at they knees It's so simple and so plain To remain in this game Hustle like a drug dealer Bullets rap cocaine Son can't pronounce his name Dog to the brain One of my hos just left and now I'm feelin pain Like an eighteen wheeler truck Who do you trust? Bitches think I love rap Niggas know it's rap lust Fire up the next blunt drink until you get drunk Bustin with a 45 prepares you for the gauge pump Know what I'm sayin Killa die In 1984, I was on a plane that was about to soar I was just 14, about to go down n see ma family Jus when the plane was about to land, I saw that my cousin was the man He gave me the formula, dat was my summer in Florida In 1984, I was on a plane that was about to soar I was jus 14, about to go down n see ma family Jus when the plane was about to land, I saw that my cousin was the man He gave me the formula, dat was my summer in Florida
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