Florida Love - Cee G

Plugg Bitch Ayy, yeah Ayy, ayy (Plugg) Writin' this from Florida with love (love) When I linked with Mexiko, I knew I found a plug (Dro) Rest in peace to Static, yellin', "Shawty want a thug," ayy Bottles in the club, ayy, know I love to touch (ayy) Weezy played that shit for me and Kobe on the bus Went and got a chain for me, I had to give it up (yeah) Niggas had they pistols loaded pointed at my truck, ayy And you know that lesson stuck (right) From that day I never touched the road without a (Plugg) Ayy, from that day I never saw the point in talkin' tough (nah) Hasn't happened since, I guess you niggas know what's up (yup) Yeah, haven't seen the 6ix in like a month (6ix) Fuck that, I'm back, baby, where the love? (Love) Rappers that I threw an alley-oop are throwin' subs (yeah) But they gotta dap me when they see me, that's what's up I let that shit slide, I got everything I could lose it all if I'm reactin' to the petty things Know that if I see you, I'ma ask you if you said them things YMB the gang and they down to stain anything, mhm Yeah, that's right YMB the gang and they down to stain anything, mhm Yeah, that's right YMB the gang and you know them niggas Booted up, turned up, piped up (Plugg) I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?) I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?) I'm back, baby, where the love? Booted up, turned up, piped up (Plugg) I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?) I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?) I'm back, baby, where the love? (Ayy) Plugg Writin' this from Florida with love (love) When I linked with Mexiko, I knew I found a plug (Dro) Rest in peace to Static, yellin' "Shawty want a thug," ayy Bottles in the club, ayy, know she wanna fuck (ayy) Weezy played that shit for me and Kobe on the bus We ain't even get to reminiscin' what it was (yeah) Moral of the story is the story finished us, damn And you know that lesson stuck (right) Haven't left the 6ix in like a month (ayy) Fuck that I'm here baby, where the love? Fuck that I'm here baby, just because I would never leave but I could though Yes I know I leave, not for good though (no) Same way you could diss, but you wouldn't, though 'Cause you know good and well that I'm... Booted up, turned up, piped up (Plugg) I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?) I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?) I'm back, baby, where the love? Booted up, turned up, piped up (Plugg) I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?) I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?) I'm back, baby, where the love? (Ayy)

(Come on) It was clear I had to meet her From the first time she walked by See, the second that I seen her Knew I had to make her mine And just a game of pool, a little shot on the stool And I already had her dead It's down to business Ain't no sense in wasting time Feels like we're flyin' down the highway Spinnin' out sideways A hundred mile an hour we go Top down, fastback, NASCAR, short track Burnin' rubber down the road Well we're talkin' and we're touchin' And we're kissin' and we're lovin' Yeah, we're kickin' up a cloud of dust 'Cause girl, we're movin' Movin' at the speed of love Yeah, this story's as real as the Orange peel left on the ballroom floor We meant every word of that "Don't Disturb" hangin' on the hotel door 'Cause we was makin' out And we was knockin' boots And it was just last night we was introduced I guess time flies when You're movin' at the speed of love Feels like we're flyin' down the highway Spinnin' out sideways A hundred mile an hour we go Top down, fastback, NASCAR, short track Burnin' rubber down the road Well we're talkin' and we're touchin' And we're kissin' and we're lovin' Yeah, we're kickin' up a cloud of dust 'Cause girl, we're movin' Movin' at the speed of love Yeah, we got off tour and I ran to the Store just to check out a diamond ring Got a girl, she gorgeous Yeah, that's who this is for And it's only been a couple weeks Feels like we're flyin' down the highway Spinnin' out sideways A hundred mile an hour we go Top down, fastback, NASCAR, short track Burnin' rubber down the road Well we're talkin' and we're touchin' And we're kissin' and we're lovin' Yeah, we're kickin' up a cloud of dust 'Cause girl, we're movin' Movin' at the speed of love We can't stop movin' Movin' at the speed of love That's right Come on now Keep up

Yeah, baby Out here ain't nothing but woods and water Drop a deer from a stand, catch a fish with a bobber Drink a beer out the can, liquor out the bottle How the good Lord intended it, yes he did I love my country I love my country Six strings and fiddles Whiskey from Kentucky We keep it funky We like how it sounds Monday to Sunday Yeah, I love my country I'm loud and proud Rolling into town Hanging out the window Like a blue tick hound Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about I love my country and I love my country Up loud Woo-ooh-ooh Barbecue, steak fries Styrofoam plate date night George Strait singing greats while We turning up, sitting lake-side That pedal steel, she straight sliding Over here, to me she do that Alabama shake, like you ain't ever seen I love my country I love my country Six strings and fiddles Whiskey from Kentucky We keep it funky We like how it sounds Monday to Sunday Yeah, I love my country I'm loud and proud Rolling into town Hanging out the window Like a blue tick hound Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about I love my country, and I love my country Up loud (Woo-ooh-ooh) I love my country up loud I'm talking way up loud I like pop, and rock, and rap, I like Skynyrd And going out downtown when I'm with her Like driving too fast down a 4-lane road But damn sure nowhere close to the way that I love my country I love my country Six strings and fiddles Whiskey from Kentucky We keep it funky We like how it sounds Monday to Sunday Yeah, I love my country I'm loud and proud Rolling into town Hanging out the window Like a blue tick hound Ain't sorry, ain't nothing to be sorry about I love my country, and I love my country Up loud Yeah, baby (Woo-ooh-ooh) I love my country up loud Yeah, way up loud That's a country-ass lick right there, boy