Florida Shit Lyrics – Tory Lanez (2022)

Florida Shit lyrics in English, Sung by Tory Lanez. Lyrics of Florida Shit song is written by Tory Lanez. The release date of Florida Shit song is April 1, 2022. Florida Shit song belongs to FARGO FRIDAYS (Season 3) album. Florida Shit song is produced by AJAY & Nik Dean. Label By One Umbrella.

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Florida Shit Lyrics in English Tory Lanez

Motherfucker
That’s why I fucked your bitch
Haha, ayy, ayy
This shit specially sent out (It’s specially sent)
To all my niggas from Florida (All my bitches too)
Haha, ayy, ayy
Yeah, I’m talking North Miami, poppin’ to Orlando
Jacksonville, Tampa, all y’all niggas up there, I see you (Oh, shit, bitch)
Ayy, Kodak, you gon’ be proud of this flow right here, watch this, watch this, ayy
Check

I swear for God, I’m only stepping for my own fam
I’m praying when I see my enemy, this shit don’t jam
He been staying inside like quarantine, that’s why I don’t see him
Hope my label drop, they know it’s me soon as them ho’s see ’em
I’m swagging up out that hot car, look like I’m Puerto Rican (What?)
From out of the dark, we rockstars, and plus, we holding pieces

You wouldn’t even let me get that pussy, why you wanna tease me?
You want your period at 5 A.M, then why you wanna see me? (Lil’ bitch)
I’m putting my foot down on these ho’s and now they talking easy
Getting ready to dip all on this chick, it look like Polynesian
My flow west-side, my bitch chest out
Got catch me from the left side, cause that’s my best side
Got to hop in and ride this dick ’cause ain’t no time to test drive
She ain’t do shit for your side, but she getting fucked, this side

Twenty thousand dollars in bottles, my tendencies taller
Lie to him, said it was runts, but I sold him gelato
I know that bitch be calling me daddy, but that bitch ain’t my daughter (Nah)
Jay whipping up in that Catty ’cause that Lambo stalling
I done shot dice with everybody in Barcelona
Thirty thousand, well, tell a bitch to call her homie, aye
Rockin’ Prada, I’m looking like the God father
Aye, spoil the bitch, you’d think the bitch my God daughter (Aye)
Yuh, we moving the za-za all the way out in Texas

Niggas hating, I clique up with the Mexicans
Telling you, I’m a lil’ more famous, bitch, I ain’t a pedestrian (Woah)
Yeah, I’m a lil’ too faded, I might fuck your best friend, woah
I’m topping on za-za, I’m one with the raw-raw
Fucking these bitches, I’m making them top off, ho, til’ she cock off
“Want me to take you to dinner, baby?” Mm, nah-uh
Giving a fuck, I take the baddest lil’ bitch to Popeyes
I got the Urus painted yellow just to match the furniture
Whores on my floor dancing like it’s Caribana
She think she poppin’ ’cause he eat a pussy, bitch, nada
Yeah, I promise around here, shawty, you gettin’ some, nada

A lot of these pussy niggas will tell you they love you but they leaches
You say you love me and you my partner, why I ain’t get on no feature?
I’m doing this shit for them Florida jit’s that’s out here doing my pieces
She running and slipping to that bank, bitch, I feel like Regis (Yeah)
Okay, I’m poppin’ Prada, I’m dropping dollars
I’m poppin’ the bitch then pop your collar, I got to holler
I’m fucking a bitch from Guatemala, with all the [?]
I’m stepping this bitch, I ain’t a baller, I’m baller, baller
Okay, and I ain’t no getting back out the beef

Fuck niggas try to trick me out the streets
If I ever copped a plead and I was tryna keep a player (What?)
Just know, I’ma kill your ass later, boy (Haha)
Back to these ho’s, you know they’ve gotten so filthy
She hopping up on my dick, she tryna ride it and milk it
She like how the inside of my Rolls-Royce so silky

I like how the inside of that pussy felt when I peeled it (Yeah)
She dropped down, got her eagle on, then I kill’t it
My auntie tried to tell me “Stop sippin,” I still sip
It’s propaganda, I drop the Fanta
I’m mixing the lean, the Tropicana
Like arm and hammer
And I’m a gangster on the scene, but not on camera (Nah)
The fuck nigga be doing my green, so I’ma blam it (Bap, bap)

It’s Tory, nigga, ayy
And when you see swanging on that muhfuckin’ 95 and your bitch swanging out that window like “Damn, who the fuck is that, nigga?”
Just know, nigga, it’s me shining like a muhfuckin’ diamond
If I’m lying, I’m flying, bitch, you know what the hell it is
Man, anytime I go out I’m in there like swimmer
Out there like mouth gettin’ bitched
I’m sliding down from muhfuckin’ Lauderdale, just picked up a QP

Rich niggas, broke boys at [?], man
You know how this shit is
Uh, miss the red cup, one cup, two cup, blue cup, I keep on going
Your ho keep on hoeing
And anytime I get caught with this ice, nigga, it keep on snowing
Damn, these hoes love me, nigga
You know what it is, I’m sippin’ bubbly, nigga
I got ho’s on my dick, nigga, and I can never stop it (Why?)
‘Cause I’m gorgeous, baby, I’m fuckin’ gorgeous
That’s my outro

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