Lyrics Roll In Peace (Remix) - Lil Wyte
If
we
gon'
be
Florida
niggas,
Let's
be
Florida
these
days,
know
what
I'm
talkin'
about?
(Yeah,
yeah
yeah,
yeah
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
We
all
roll
together
nigga
You
can't
kill
me,
nigga,
I
swear
that
I've
been
died
before
(bitch)
God
told
me
that
I
was
gon'
be
here
back
in
'94
(bitch)
Chevrolet
got
that
motor
(bitch)
Diamonds
all
on
my
molars
(bitch)
Parking
lot,
I
lift
the
door
up
(bitch)
Got
Your
bitch
snortin'
Coca-Cola
(bitch,
bitch,
bitch)
I
can't
even
roll
in
peace
(why?),
all
my
cars
orange
and
green
I
can't
even
go
to
sleep
(why?),
your
bitch
keep
blowin'
me
(yah)
I
rep
that
shit
from
the
850
down
to
the
Florida
Keys
(yah)
Set
my
nigga
Kodak
free
(why?),
That
ain't
where
he
supposed
to
be
(oh
yeah)
Niggas
must
wanna
bleed
(ooh),
they
don't
wanna
play
my
beat
(ooh)
Niggas
ain't
rats
where
I'm
from
(why?
) So
they
don't
fuck
with
my
cheese
(nah)
Every
Florida
nigga
coming
up,
That
is
that
shit
that
I
like
to
see
(oh
yeah)
Every
Florida
nigga
saying
that
they
the
only
Florida
nigga
That
shit
don't
sound
right
to
me
(Nah),
my
niggas
gon'
blast
for
me
(yeah)
If
you
talk
that
blasphemy
(yeah)
Blastin'
a
fuck
nigga
head
off
(woah)
That
shit
is
a
blast
for
me
(yeah),
so
why
you
ain't
show
me?
All
the
pussy
niggas
talking
shit
that
don't
know
me
Before
me
and
Kodak
roll
through
slowly
Holding
a
.44
ting
at
4 in
the
morning
(ooh)
I'm
about
to
switch
my
hoe
up
(why?)
'Cause
everyone
morning
she
starting
to
throw
up
Gotta
hit
a
lick,
can't
mess
up
(why?)
I
know
she
'boutta
run
my
check
up
(ohh)
I'm
her
baby
papi
(ohh)
I'm
her
baby
daddy
(ohh)
She
in
love
with
a
Florida
nigga,
she
don't
wanna
leave
Tallahassee
You
can't
kill
me,
nigga,
I
swear
that
I've
been
died
before
(bitch)
God
told
me
that
I
was
gon'
be
here
back
in
'94
(bitch)
Chevrolet
got
that
motor
(bitch)
Diamonds
all
on
my
molars
(bitch)
Parking
lot,
I
lift
the
door
up
(bitch)
Got
your
bitch
snortin'
Coca-Cola
(bitch,
bitch,
bitch)
I
can't
even
roll
in
peace
(why?),
all
my
cars
orange
and
green
I
can't
even
go
to
sleep
(why?),
your
bitch
keep
blowin'
me
(yah)
I
rep
that
shit
from
the
850
down
to
the
Florida
Keys
(yah)
Set
my
nigga
Kodak
free
(why?),
That
ain't
where
he
supposed
to
be
(oh
yeah)
Niggas
must
wanna
bleed
(ooh),
they
don't
wanna
play
my
beat
(ooh)
Niggas
ain't
rats
where
I'm
from
(why?
) So
they
don't
fuck
with
my
cheese
(nah)
Every
Florida
nigga
coming
up,
That
is
that
shit
that
I
like
to
see
(oh
yeah)
Every
Florida
nigga
saying
that
they
the
only
Florida
nigga
That
shit
don't
sound
right
to
me
(Nah),
my
niggas
gon'
blast
for
me
(yeah)
I
can't
even
roll
in
peace
(why)
Everybody
notice
me
(yeah)
I
can't
even
go
to
sleep
(why)
I'm
rolling
on
a
bean
(yeah)
They
tried
to
give
me
eight
Got
on
my
knees
like
"Jesus
please"
He
don't
even
believe
in
Jesus
Why
you
got
a
Jesus
piece?
If
you
wanna
leave
just
leave,
but
you
ain't
gotta
lie
to
me
Even
the
blind
can
see
That
you
ain't
gon
ride
for
me
You
ain't
even
showing
me
the
love
you
say
you
got
me
for
me
There
ain't
no
loyalty,
you
lied
to
me
You
said
that
you
gon'
ride
for
me
Baby,
that's
blasphemy,
yeah
Baby,
you're
bad
for
me,
yeah
Say
you
gon'
clap
for
me,
yeah
Say
you
gon'
blast
for
me,
yeah
Why
you
ain't
show
me
none
of
the
love
you
say
you
have
for
me,
yeah
I
was
goin'
through
tragedy
Bitch,
I
needed
you
drastically,
yeah
I'ma
just
switch
my
flow
up,
yeah
Maybe
I'm
sick,
no
throw
up,
yeah
Maybe
I'm
sick,
no
check
up,
yeah
Boy,
you
need
to
run
your
check
up,
yeah
I'm
eatin'
on
you
niggas,
no
ketchup,
yeah
I'm
eatin'
on
you
niggas,
can't
catch
up,
ayy
Hit
her
face
down
with
her
ass
up,
ayy
Even
when
I'm
fucking,
I'm
masked
up,
ayy
You
ain't
the
one
for
me,
baby
You
ain't
got
shit
I
need,
bitch
You
want
me
to
take
my
time
with
you
Well
maybe
I'm
not
your
speed
bitch
Maybe
I'm
out
your
league,
bitch
You
ain't
even
got
no
cheese,
bitch
Maybe
I'm
just
too
G
for
you
Or
maybe
I'm
just
too
street,
bitch
I
can't
even
roll
in
peace
(why)
Everybody
notice
me
(yeah)
I
can't
even
go
to
sleep
(why)
I'm
rolling
on
a
bean
(yeah)
They
tried
to
give
me
eight
Got
on
my
knees
like
"Jesus
please"
He
don't
even
believe
in
Jesus
Why
you
got
a
Jesus
piece?
If
you
wanna
leave
just
leave,
but
you
ain't
gotta
lie
to
me
Even
the
blind
can
see
(what)
That
you
ain't
gon
ride
for
me
You
ain't
even
showing
me
the
love
you
say
you
got
for
me
There
ain't
no
loyalty,
you
lied
to
me
And
you
say
that
you
gon'
ride
with
me
I
ain't
gon'
do
the
nigga
shit
'cause
I'm
too
good
for
features,
huh
I
ain't
gon'
fuck
the
nigga
bitch
'cause
I
know
she
a
eater,
ayy
Last
time
I
wifed
a
bitch
she
told
the
world
I
beat
her,
huh
And
when
they
locked
Lil
Kodak
up,
my
nigga
I
couldn't
believe
it,
huh
Ayy
lil'
shawty,
pop
my
whoadie
Pockets
on
Pinocchio,
poking
yuh
Hit
her
from
the
back,
damn
that
bitch
bleeding
Said
I
knocked
her
period
on
Remember
when
I
had
that
poker,
huh
Instead
of
looking
over
my
shoulder,
huh
Forcing
with
a
nigga,
no
Yoda,
huh
That
mean
a
young
nigga
got
what
on
me?
(ayy)
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