On the west side where you're blessed at On the west side where you're blessed at
On the west side, blessed side, deep pockets Straight profits, only dedicated to progress
Skipped trial, ran out deep into the tropics Can't see you niggas, the money blockin' my optics
I illuminate alone in the silence, grew up watchin' Cartoons and violence, immune to fumes
From the flowers that bloom, in the same season as the mangoes The month after June, playa move at his own rhythm
Fillin' up the room with the aroma of success Money bustin' through cocoons and transformin' the wealth
Got it off self, kept his spirit protected Kept his kids in good health, spent a weekend in Tallahassee
Just to run up the check, for the fools Tricked away they stimulus now they runnin' from debts
Loading up the stick, kuz I don't run from no threats
Air ya out and leave 'em smokin' out the hole in ya neck
Only f*ckin with them thugs that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*cking with them gangstas that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them thugs that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them gangstas that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
No fake rap, no caps just bandanas, eat two plates still greedy, ain't no manners
I was jiggin' tapes in the hood in Atlanta, In the trap in the East, Smokin killa
With no hammer, 3 hoes, two sell pussy and do nails
I f*ck ya bm, teach her bout them digital scales
Few years ago I was takin' critical
All's, Now my watch full of rocks, blew some racks on stock
Lost it all, got it back, niggas still on top, Wakin' up blessed, if it add stress
It get blocked, Everything authentic, organic, all genuine
Still servin' back and forth, like Wimbledon never got to work
In the spot that I'm chillin' in, Put some pounds on my bih, now she fillin in
Ain't nothin' changed, same hood, I made a killin' in
See me out in the same Chevy, gold glitterin
Only f*ckin' with them thugs that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them gangstas that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them thugs that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them gangstas that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Florida Fiya - Criminals In America Lyrics
Florida Fiya - Criminals In America Lyrics
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On the west side where you're blessed at On the west side where you're blessed at
On the west side, blessed side, deep pockets Straight profits, only dedicated to progress
Skipped trial, ran out deep into the tropics Can't see you niggas, the money blockin' my optics
I illuminate alone in the silence, grew up watchin' Cartoons and violence, immune to fumes
From the flowers that bloom, in the same season as the mangoes The month after June, playa move at his own rhythm
Fillin' up the room with the aroma of success Money bustin' through cocoons and transformin' the wealth
Got it off self, kept his spirit protected Kept his kids in good health, spent a weekend in Tallahassee
Just to run up the check, for the fools Tricked away they stimulus now they runnin' from debts
Loading up the stick, kuz I don't run from no threats
Air ya out and leave 'em smokin' out the hole in ya neck
Only f*ckin with them thugs that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*cking with them gangstas that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them thugs that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them gangstas that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
No fake rap, no caps just bandanas, eat two plates still greedy, ain't no manners
I was jiggin' tapes in the hood in Atlanta, In the trap in the East, Smokin killa
With no hammer, 3 hoes, two sell pussy and do nails
I f*ck ya bm, teach her bout them digital scales
Few years ago I was takin' critical
All's, Now my watch full of rocks, blew some racks on stock
Lost it all, got it back, niggas still on top, Wakin' up blessed, if it add stress
It get blocked, Everything authentic, organic, all genuine
Still servin' back and forth, like Wimbledon never got to work
In the spot that I'm chillin' in, Put some pounds on my bih, now she fillin in
Ain't nothin' changed, same hood, I made a killin' in
See me out in the same Chevy, gold glitterin
Only f*ckin' with them thugs that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them gangstas that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them thugs that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them gangstas that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
On the west side, blessed side, deep pockets Straight profits, only dedicated to progress
Skipped trial, ran out deep into the tropics Can't see you niggas, the money blockin' my optics
I illuminate alone in the silence, grew up watchin' Cartoons and violence, immune to fumes
From the flowers that bloom, in the same season as the mangoes The month after June, playa move at his own rhythm
Fillin' up the room with the aroma of success Money bustin' through cocoons and transformin' the wealth
Got it off self, kept his spirit protected Kept his kids in good health, spent a weekend in Tallahassee
Just to run up the check, for the fools Tricked away they stimulus now they runnin' from debts
Loading up the stick, kuz I don't run from no threats
Air ya out and leave 'em smokin' out the hole in ya neck
Only f*ckin with them thugs that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*cking with them gangstas that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them thugs that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them gangstas that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
No fake rap, no caps just bandanas, eat two plates still greedy, ain't no manners
I was jiggin' tapes in the hood in Atlanta, In the trap in the East, Smokin killa
With no hammer, 3 hoes, two sell pussy and do nails
I f*ck ya bm, teach her bout them digital scales
Few years ago I was takin' critical
All's, Now my watch full of rocks, blew some racks on stock
Lost it all, got it back, niggas still on top, Wakin' up blessed, if it add stress
It get blocked, Everything authentic, organic, all genuine
Still servin' back and forth, like Wimbledon never got to work
In the spot that I'm chillin' in, Put some pounds on my bih, now she fillin in
Ain't nothin' changed, same hood, I made a killin' in
See me out in the same Chevy, gold glitterin
Only f*ckin' with them thugs that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them gangstas that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them thugs that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Only f*ckin' with them gangstas that'll bury yah, Running with criminals in America
Writer: Javon Merricks
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid