Summer in Florida

Lyrics
[Verse] What's crack-a-lackin, nack-a-lackin, nigga what you 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 5 boroughs It's somethin' like Egypt and the Pharaoh's Give me the keys to your city, I'm a still pick the lock And leave hella clues for the cops Leave fingerprints on the Glock Leave ID on the block Dog did you do it? No I did not Gunpowder flour, nigga Geneva towers I love gummy bears, sweet and sour Dog it's the maniacal, lyrical, miracle sponge, bitch Shell Toe Adidas and Air Force Ones, bitch Smellin' so cute in my Sean John suit Filmoe street, nigga bus duece duece It's the felony rhyme and a melody crime, it's heavy You catch 4 raps right across your belly Your big homie, hit vegas like a Corleone It's all real, not a macaroni sin Imagine bullets bouncin' off your chin Forever fuckin' off your dirty grin, and then, yeah [Hook] 1984, I was on the plane that was about to soar I was just 14, about to go down and see my family Just when the plane was about to land, I saw that my cousin was the man He gave me the formula, that was my Summer in Florida In 1984, I was on the plane that was about to soar I was just 14, about to go down and see my family Just when the plane was about to land, I saw that my cousin was the man He gave me the formula, that was my Summer in Florida
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Credits
- Writers
- Andre Nickatina