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Sylvan LaCue – Florida Man Lyrics

Florida Lyrics by Sylvan LaCue

[Intro]
How’s your ?
Good! Good they’re driving to Florida right now to visit my uncle who’s dying
Mm, Florida eh? Make sure to tell them to watch out for Florida Man
What’s Florida Man?

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, uh yeah yeah, mm
N-nahh, n-nahh, n-nahh
remember s–t from way back
Silver Surfer with the wave caps
Daddy visits on the weekends
Sega Genesis and peach fizz
(?) on a megaphone
(?)
Lotto tickets scratching hella skrong
(?) paging telephones
Got my s–t (?)
Pickle mangos with the pepper flakes
(?) had the whole town
Never hesitate to levitate

[Hook/Chorus]
Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ay
Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya
Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ay
(?) for the butter man

[Verse 2]
Sunshine Elementary
Miramar had my heart tied
Then I parted to 187
North Miami beach was on the wrong side
Racing scooters on a Saturday
Cottage Cove where my grandma stay
Always brought us cookies, pizzas, lemonade
(?)
I was but a boy back then, ya
Trying to fill a void back then, ya
Momma never liked my swag, wow
Boy you’re just like your dad, how?
You don’t even know that n—a, ya
He don’t even show up with us, ya
He ain’t ever grow up with us
I don’t really give a d–n, it don’t make no differ, ya
Used to pick up in Beamer, Benz, or Bentley just to take out to Lauderdale
Sistrunk where the robbers dwell
Stretch em out in a cotton cell
Campfires in the backyard
Hundred dollars for the child support
Bring me back and we would smile of course
Daddy loves you holding down the

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[Hook/Chorus]
Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ay
Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya
Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya
25 cent for a soda can ya
Pickle (?) chicken sauce, quarter yams ya
Way back when I was a (?) man
Picking up trash I was on a day job
Florida man, Florida man, hold up wait

[Verse 3]
N—-s dying over nothing, that’s an epidemic
No ops lotta cops that’s a death sentence
My youngins trapping for the cars
Look I got dreams (?) let me get to God
I just wanna save my G’s ya
I just grow my seeds ya
I can’t even blow my weed
Can’t a n—a roll in ya
Can’t a n—a roll in peace uh
I don’t even know police ya
They don’t even know my niece
Shoot first ask later when the .44 squeeze
I just wanna save my G’s
I just grow my seeds
I can’t even blow my weed, s–t
Can’t a n—a roll in peace, uh
Can’t a n—a roll in peace, ya
I don’t even know police, d–n
They don’t even know my niece
Shoot first ask later when the .44 squeeze

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[Hook/Chorus]
Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ay
Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya
Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ay
25 cent for a soda can ya
Pickle (?) chicken sauce, quarter yams ya
Way back when I was a (?) man
Picking up trash I was on a day job
Florida man, Florida man, huh s–t
Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ay
Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya
Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya
25 cent for a soda can ya
Pickle (?) chicken sauce, quarter yams ya
Way back when I was a (?) man
Florida man, Florida man, Florida man ya
Picking up trash (?) soda can

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[Outro]
(?) County
Broward County
West Palm Beaches
Sup y’all
They call me DJ (?)
Repping that 305
Most definitely
Sylvan LaCue
“Florida Man”
Let’s come together
We gon’ do this one time for Florida
More specifically

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