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flo rida - don't get fucked up lyrics

intro: rick ross
we’re gonna start
about to get lit, what up lee

verse 1: rick ross
step on the set with a sub machine, i’mma show you motherf_ckers not to f_ck with me
i got a few clowns from those pounds stoop down, 50 mm to shoot that you got to stoop down
chop block up rent tent the roof down, while you backing up all you n_ggas got me lose now
send the word and hit done, i got a b_tch cuz the hoes you broke till you get one
you are ready and you been one, i got enough k!llers matter of fact i could rent one
i’mma let the air a_i chass, put you in the church let your snitches
put you in the scopе or put you in the purse, i hit you and k!ll you as long as i hit you in the shirt uh
ain’t chilling i’m gеtting away hurt
ain’t chilling i’m getting away hurt

chorus: flo rida with rick ross
don’t get f_cked up running your mouth, talking all out get your t__th knocked out
i ain’t chilling, i’m getting away hurt, i ain’t chilling, i’m getting away hurt
don’t get f_cked up running your mouth, talking all out get your t__th knocked out
i ain’t chilling, i’m getting away hurt, i ain’t chilling, i’m getting away hurt

verse 2: brisco
the only time a n_gga run when i run into your eyes
pull the gun off in your mouth, f_cking blow your brains out
i don’t care about your kids fool, i let them know what they’re in for caught us by the front door
then a n_gga bet not never ever, with a poe boy dare you
how your poe boy scared to come near you
n_gga scream a little loud, i can’t hear you
i ain’t friendly i don’t look familiar, i’m the oppa lock goon b_tch i k!ll you
i’m good i’m gangster on projects, decapitate leave his ass topless
black bag throw him in the garbage, me tongue home, n_gga on some mob sh_t
you harmless i’m heartless, controlling the seat empty in the car
bris!!!
chorus: flo rida with rick ross
don’t get f_cked up running your mouth, talking all out get your t__th knocked out
i ain’t chilling, i’m getting away hurt, i ain’t chilling, i’m getting away hurt
don’t get f_cked up running your mouth, talking all out get your t__th knocked out
i ain’t chilling, i’m getting away hurt, i ain’t chilling, i’m getting away hurt

verse 3: flo rida
flo rida straight gunner with the lummer, sting ray coming for the crocodile hunter
talking sh_t gif from a man, ever seen a n_gga die from a heat range
carol city b_tches 37 man, 183 so get your ass like a man
i bet i’m rich i’m a calico lover, take it to the streets me and beef like brothers
how i never go to war i get the whooping ass, whoop be good black color body bag
i do a f_ck n_gga till your toe tag, no steam ass money on your due rag
flo rida on the g state, b_tch i want gorillas h_ll yeah i’m biggest
it’s a bird it’s a plane, snitch ass n_ggas stop speaking my name

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