Flo rida {AMV}

[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) [Verse 1: Jugg Harden] Just tell me that it's up and it's gon' stay then You can book for half off, I get the K in Bad bitches, Instagram models, put my face in Just made forty-five hundred before the day end [Verse 2: Babyfxce E] If I don't know you, I'ma just dap your ass up, I don't shake hands Just bought a new Drac', I'm finna slide to break the K in I got dog shit on me, feel like Mark Henry, finna weigh in My 19X got a switch on it, I call it breakdance [Verse 3: YSR Gramz] My opps ain't never outside, I made 'em stay in Don't book me at your show if my brother can't get the K in I'm in Denver, but I'm 'bout to go to Florida in the AM Load the switch, like a snagglеtoothed nigga, this bitch sprayin' [Verse 4: Jugg Harden] Cuh, it's somethin' 'bout them hundrеds and them fifties make me feel alive Went to Ocean Drive for some new faces, better vibes Used to have the hoes back then, but they look better now She gon' go and fuck with a lame, they treat you better, huh? I can spend seventeen hundred up on a sweater now Yeah, the bad bitches turn six when you got cheddar, huh? Feel like Ri was the one for me, but I let her down Since I stopped chasin' pussy, I'm doin' better now [Verse 5: Babyfxce E] SinceI don't really wanna do a song with you, I need eleven thousand Find where the opps stay and buy a crib down eleven houses I'm really makin' pape' off this shit, so I ain't never stoppin' If I ain't got my gun, Gramz got his, so you would never pop I fell in love with rap, 'cause I ain't gon' cap, I ain't like to do this shit I use my head, lil' nigga, you can't influence shit Nigga say he had some fuckin' gas, that shit was ludicrous Nigga tried to skrrt off in a 'Cat and the K chewed his shit [Verse 6: YSR Gramz] Every time I step in the booth, bitch, I lose my shit Your bitch like a fuckin' nail gun, she let me screw her shit You ain't gettin' likes on Instagram, you need to boost your shit You got into a whole shootout and you ain't shoot your shit Like a PlayStation game, you better bring your stick Bro yellin' out, "Who want smoke?" like he Nardo Wick I'm with a bunch of money getters, you better hide your bitch Shootin' a thousand in the hood, playin' four-five-six