Florida Keys ft. Coltcaine Lyrics

[Cut the chit-chat and tell him how much we want]

Yeah

[Facegod]

Yeah, nigga, the one

[Colt on the beat & it's rockin]

I do this shit with ease, I'm a real player

I got some tricks up my sleeve

I say I don't need a bitch

But when God made Adam, he definitely made Eve

She know how to listen, bitch, get on your knees

Sometimes I'm difficult, you wanna leave

I'ma give you some space and some time to breathe

Let me ease your pain in the Florida Keys

Face pretty and that ass fat

When I get behind her, she gon' throw it back

Bet not show them other niggas no respect

I'm a soulja, you my soulja rap

Go the war with me when I shoot you to driver

My bitch a rider when I climb inside her

It ain't about money, it's deeper than a dollar

But I had to show her I'm a real provider

Call me daddy even though I'm not her father

If she want it, she get it, it's not a problem

Grabbin' on my shirt, fuckin' up my collar

That pussy soundin' like peach collar

Shit go south, she gon' hold the fork

Commit perjury if you gotta come to court

When we poppin' out, we show no remorse

I'm from the south and she from the north

Yeah, I guess you can call this ghetto love

Bitch, you fell in love with a ghetto boy

If I ain't in the house with you, I'm in the studio

Or outside sellin' boy

Fuckin' with the one, you better tell them boy

And you the bitch that I need the most

Even when I'm mad, I still keep you close

Shit goin' bad, she gon' keep me focused

You gotta do what your heart tells you to do

You're only allowed three great women in your life

They come along like the great fighters once every ten years

See this girl

Maybe this girl, she put wind in your sail

Maybe she's your first great one

Twenty in my pocket doin' pricey shit

I'm a dog nigga and she a icy bitch

Might bust you down with a icy wrist

But if I give you that, you gotta hide the shit

Front row at all my events

Every time we fuck, shit real intense

I like to fold her up and then leave her bent

She like to climb on top and then leave me drenched

We outta town, we got at least a ten

Piece on us

We poppin' it like hot grease on us

I'm laid back like Big Meech brother

I run the streets, not a street runner

I'm beatin' pots like a fuckin' drummer

That ass fat, she gon' need a hummer

Like pack a bag, we leavin' for the summer

I do this shit with ease, I'm a real player

I got some tricks up my sleeve

I say I don't need a bitch

But when God made Adam, he definitely made Eve

She know how to listen, bitch, get on your knees

Sometimes I'm difficult, you wanna leave

I'ma give you some space and some time to breathe

Let me ease your pain in the Florida Keys

I'ma give you some space and some time to breathe