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  • Текст песни Xeb - Florida

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    We was them youngins like
    When we was in the trenches, It used to rain all the time
    You feel me, we ain't never have no sunny days
    We ain't have no days where stuff was really happening
    In life you just got to keep going
    I ain't see sunny days so I came down to Florida
    All my youngins hotboiis like they comin straight outta Florida (Hot hot)
    I'm catchin' vibes from Florida
    Kodak down in Florida
    Xeb down in Florida
    You should come to Florida (Come to florida)
    I ain't Kodak but I'm vibing on the beat (I'm vibin)
    My flow so slippery I be slidin on the beach (I'm slidin)
    God come and get me cause I'm fasting through the heat (I'm fastin)
    It's a quarter for some feet, I told them boys I'll pay the fee (I'll pay the fee)
    I ain't do 9 to 5 for 3 years I'm lit
    Lil shawty keep asking me "How you make the money you get?"
    I keep lil bro next to me, my youngin' is my jit
    God keeps on blessing me, I ain't stressing bout no chick (Yea yea)
    I'm still gone drop cause I'm hot, you should turn the fan on
    In my city I get love, cause I keep these bands on
    In my city I get love, cause I see the end zone
    I get my woahs from the 6
    I took my bros out the mix
    I ain't see sunny days so I came down to Florida
    All my youngins hotboiis like they comin straight outta Florida (Hot hot)
    I'm catchin vibes from Florida
    Kodak down in Florida
    Xeb down in Florida
    You should come to Florida (Come to Florida)
    We some bread winnas, money come in rolls like the 6
    We some head spinnas, brody never told what he did (Brody never told)
    I was head sinna, God told me woah you should quit
    To shake the hate, I was getting baked
    I was getting fried cause of haters
    They tried to hang me by tryna claim that I was paper weight
    But I'm getting paper, I got family I don't never see
    I ain't never been to the bay
    Cops tried to hawk me down in the A
    I got away, I did the race
    I still regret taking L's to the face
    I still regret the shawties I baed
    They never loved me, not like they say
    They never trusted me, not like they say
    I tell em aye say less, I tell em aye say less
    I tell em aye say less, I tell em aye say less
    I tell em aye say less, I tell em...
    Say less
    You did the race cause the bread that you ain't pay back
    Mom I'm on the road, I quit my job I get more pay checks
    Dad ain't never know, bout my goals, but I chase that
    Money I break I don't take back
    You in my face cause I take jets
    I grew up fast, I got raised on the Sev
    When the shooting got real, I got right in the draft
    I dream bout the field, every night that I slept
    They ain't picture me ballin' back on the drags
    You spending that time chasing a bag
    Money I spend I don't make
    All of them buses I took, I ain't never wan take
    That's how it is, that's how it is (Yea yea)
    We used to hop on them trolleys, even though we ain't have no money
    Yea we still got training days, it don't stop, not even on Sunday
    Pop tryna talk, I ain't care he gone preach, It don't mean none
    The streets still hot, they servin' that pot, they gone bake in the mornin'
    Yea yea
    I ain't see sunny days so I came down to Florida
    All my youngins hotboiis like they comin straight outta Florida (hot hot)
    I'm catchin vibes from Florida
    Kodak down in Florida
    Xeb down in Florida
    You should come to Florida (Come to Florida)
    We used to hop on them trolleys, even though we ain't have no money
    Yea we still got training days, it don't stop, not even on Sunday
    Pop tryna talk, I ain't care he gone preach, It don't mean none
    The streets still hot, they servin' that pot, they gone bake in the mornin'
    Yea yea

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