Florida Water Lyrics is Sung by Danny Towers & DJ Scheme. Florida Water Lyrics is written by Danny Towers.
Song Details
| Song Title | Florida Water |
| Singer | Danny Towers & DJ Scheme |
| Album | Florida Water |
| Songwriter | Stokeley Goulbourne / Tyler Meeks |
| Music Label | Danny Towers |
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Florida Water Lyrics
Yeah
Let me turn this motherfucker down
Yeah (Ayy, Scheme, you killed it)
I need a M, I ain’t trippin’, I’ll get to it when I get to it
This that weed-blowin’, lean-pourin’, real gangsta music
He know I’m familiar with the brick by how my wrist movin’
Throw him in that water, I’m from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I’m from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I’m from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, hula hoop the brick, I had to break it down to zip
You can’t show a nigga love, ’cause all that love shit get you killed
With my brothers right or wrong, I up that fire right off the rip
Hunnid fifty in the clip and we gon’ keep that bitch on tip
Yeah, bumper to bumper, I’m in Rancho Cucamonga
I just snuck in with that thumper, nigga
Yeah, thumper for thumper, everyone gon’ live they karma
Ain’t no order, ain’t no honor, nigga
Yeah, them niggas rats, I said, “What’s up?”
They broke they neck and no one upped, it ain’t no stompers with ’em
Yeah, them niggas rats, I said, “What’s up?”
They broke they neck and no one upped, it ain’t no stompers with ’em
I need a M, I ain’t trippin’, I’ll get to it when I get to it
This that weed-blowin’, lean-pourin’, real gangsta music
He know I’m familiar with the brick by how my wrist movin’
Throw him in that water, I’m from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I’m from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I’m from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Got these niggas mad, I took off and I kicked the door in
Tell ’em I can’t rock the show if they don’t let the bros in
Won’t put my trust inside no ho, no, all these bitches goin’
They like, “Jit, you snappin’, you the one, lil’ bro, you chosen”
I’m just tryna get that bag, no, I ain’t tryna be famous
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout no motion, you don’t speak my language
Them rats, they got me limpin’ with a walk, I need my cane, bitch
And all my niggas tryna get that guap, we on the same shit
(We on that same shit, nigga, ayy)
(Ayy, nigga, we on that same shit)
(Ayy, limpin’, bitch, I need my cane, bitch)
(Yeah, nigga, let’s go)
I stay out the way, get to that cake, I want that bag
Got them racks inside my pocket, nigga, made my pants sag
On the grind and you can’t stop it, nigga, I want them bands back
Your bitch, she a freak, I slap that ass like I’m her damn dad
Her damn dad, nigga, uh, uh, her damn dad, nigga (yeah, nigga)
I need a M, I ain’t trippin’, I’ll get to it when I get to it
This that weed-blowin’, lean-pourin’, real gangsta music
He know I’m familiar with the brick by how my wrist movin’
Throw him in that water, I’m from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I’m from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I’m from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Know that I’m from Florida, in that water like a Chia Pet (Chia)
And I’m with my dog like it’s Carter, where my gadget at? (Yeah)
What’s up in my pocket? It’s a thirty like a Percocet (yeah)
Who that in my spliff? Never mind, I’ll be considerate (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh Lord, no cooling kit, just boom a nigga kid
Niggas always askin’ who they with, I’m who my niggas with
Niggas always askin’ me for shit but never gave me piss (ayy)
Even times when I needed a lift, niggas left me grits
Yeah, she lookin’ at me and she lickin’ her lips (water)
I bet she gon’ let me hit, she chew on the dick like she chew on the dip
I went and got me a quarter, made it a zip, needed a flip (made it)
I took a look at my wrist, made me sick, quick COVID, yeah
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