Florida Man
Florida Man
I tell the ladies call me Jimmy Dean
My dreams Hakeem Embiid Kareem but simpys scream he doesn't fit the scheme
Your taste is poor
On my Orlando tour
Smoking Al Capone's off a fooking shmorgage board
I've smoked 100 black and milds
Finna have some wacky childs
Children
Choked some roaches with my bare hands
I own Florida land
Got me a Florida tan
Florida Garden
Guess I'm a Florida Man
I'm from the sunny side where the I95 be the speed limit
But in my ride we gonna take it slow
Cus it probably got some damn weed in it
We on South Beach but I don't trust these hoes
Cus they probably let the whole team hit it
Yeah we turning up
Finna burn it up
About 100 blunts
We ain't never finish
On the east side where the money reside
Living seaside she got on knee highs
Got a bad bitch saying Ni-hao
When I took it out asking me how
Got her buns out
Look at me now
Can't find your bitch she with me
When she go down she make me proud
I'm the old man in the sea blow
I'm a Florida man with some Florida land
I'm a Florida man making Florida bands
Got a Florida tan and a Florida garden
Got some Florida squeeze with my Florida hands
I know some Florida martians and some Florida dolphins on my magic carpet imma ride that bitch
Was a Florida Jit now a Florida man got my Florida bitch and she know the plan
God gave me cockroaches so I could become a killa
And God gave me heartbreak so I could become a healer
I don't need no mami got a kilo de yerba mate and a studio in the tropics
Pitaya in my garden the sun kiss my eyelids
Beats feed my dreams eat them down to the carcass
I go up on stage
I'm not scared of nothing
Solidarity my compass
Meditating with the pelicans and the tarpons and the mothaf*cking dolphins
I own Florida land
Got me a Florida tan
Florida Garden
Guess I'm a Florida Man
Tengo el mate de Argentina
La bombilla de costa rica
Mamacita Mamatica I wanna make love en la cocina
Como tu bajina con esta bombilla para desayuna en Florida
Mama
I don't know how to do dumb it down
I'm moving at the speed of sound
All my life suppressed these songs
Butter knife caress my heart
Can't keep me in a cage that long
Pain on the weekly
I left love
I left Philly
I meekly left home
Imma come back with mills
Deansy - FLORIDA MAN (feat. Chief Minosa) Lyrics
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Florida Man
Florida Man
I tell the ladies call me Jimmy Dean
My dreams Hakeem Embiid Kareem but simpys scream he doesn't fit the scheme
Your taste is poor
On my Orlando tour
Smoking Al Capone's off a fooking shmorgage board
I've smoked 100 black and milds
Finna have some wacky childs
Children
Choked some roaches with my bare hands
I own Florida land
Got me a Florida tan
Florida Garden
Guess I'm a Florida Man
I'm from the sunny side where the I95 be the speed limit
But in my ride we gonna take it slow
Cus it probably got some damn weed in it
We on South Beach but I don't trust these hoes
Cus they probably let the whole team hit it
Yeah we turning up
Finna burn it up
About 100 blunts
We ain't never finish
On the east side where the money reside
Living seaside she got on knee highs
Got a bad bitch saying Ni-hao
When I took it out asking me how
Got her buns out
Look at me now
Can't find your bitch she with me
When she go down she make me proud
I'm the old man in the sea blow
I'm a Florida man with some Florida land
I'm a Florida man making Florida bands
Got a Florida tan and a Florida garden
Got some Florida squeeze with my Florida hands
I know some Florida martians and some Florida dolphins on my magic carpet imma ride that bitch
Was a Florida Jit now a Florida man got my Florida bitch and she know the plan
God gave me cockroaches so I could become a killa
And God gave me heartbreak so I could become a healer
I don't need no mami got a kilo de yerba mate and a studio in the tropics
Pitaya in my garden the sun kiss my eyelids
Beats feed my dreams eat them down to the carcass
I go up on stage
I'm not scared of nothing
Solidarity my compass
Meditating with the pelicans and the tarpons and the mothaf*cking dolphins
I own Florida land
Got me a Florida tan
Florida Garden
Guess I'm a Florida Man
Tengo el mate de Argentina
La bombilla de costa rica
Mamacita Mamatica I wanna make love en la cocina
Como tu bajina con esta bombilla para desayuna en Florida
Mama
I don't know how to do dumb it down
I'm moving at the speed of sound
All my life suppressed these songs
Butter knife caress my heart
Can't keep me in a cage that long
Pain on the weekly
I left love
I left Philly
I meekly left home
Imma come back with mills
Florida Man
I tell the ladies call me Jimmy Dean
My dreams Hakeem Embiid Kareem but simpys scream he doesn't fit the scheme
Your taste is poor
On my Orlando tour
Smoking Al Capone's off a fooking shmorgage board
I've smoked 100 black and milds
Finna have some wacky childs
Children
Choked some roaches with my bare hands
I own Florida land
Got me a Florida tan
Florida Garden
Guess I'm a Florida Man
I'm from the sunny side where the I95 be the speed limit
But in my ride we gonna take it slow
Cus it probably got some damn weed in it
We on South Beach but I don't trust these hoes
Cus they probably let the whole team hit it
Yeah we turning up
Finna burn it up
About 100 blunts
We ain't never finish
On the east side where the money reside
Living seaside she got on knee highs
Got a bad bitch saying Ni-hao
When I took it out asking me how
Got her buns out
Look at me now
Can't find your bitch she with me
When she go down she make me proud
I'm the old man in the sea blow
I'm a Florida man with some Florida land
I'm a Florida man making Florida bands
Got a Florida tan and a Florida garden
Got some Florida squeeze with my Florida hands
I know some Florida martians and some Florida dolphins on my magic carpet imma ride that bitch
Was a Florida Jit now a Florida man got my Florida bitch and she know the plan
God gave me cockroaches so I could become a killa
And God gave me heartbreak so I could become a healer
I don't need no mami got a kilo de yerba mate and a studio in the tropics
Pitaya in my garden the sun kiss my eyelids
Beats feed my dreams eat them down to the carcass
I go up on stage
I'm not scared of nothing
Solidarity my compass
Meditating with the pelicans and the tarpons and the mothaf*cking dolphins
I own Florida land
Got me a Florida tan
Florida Garden
Guess I'm a Florida Man
Tengo el mate de Argentina
La bombilla de costa rica
Mamacita Mamatica I wanna make love en la cocina
Como tu bajina con esta bombilla para desayuna en Florida
Mama
I don't know how to do dumb it down
I'm moving at the speed of sound
All my life suppressed these songs
Butter knife caress my heart
Can't keep me in a cage that long
Pain on the weekly
I left love
I left Philly
I meekly left home
Imma come back with mills
Writer: Dean Hanson, Freddie Mo
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