The Return of the Broward County Fingalata lyrics

[Intro]
Ok, but you guys can't watch this time. It'll mess up my funky flow
Hi, my name's Ryan
Aye, aye, ha. This sh*t is [?]
Oh no

[Verse 1]
Crew in my cut, we ain't f*cking with new n*ggas, yo
You can't sit with us, on my momma, bust you n*ggas
Keep on acting tough, like you keep a bunch of shooters, boy
You n*ggas fruit punch, f*ck your b*tch, she with the succ, aye
Pop up out the cut, you can't see me, now you see me, boy
I'm really 'bout my buds, throw it back one time for Stevie
Put my finger in her butt, now i'm feeling like I'm E.T
I go dumb, b*tch i go ri-ri, very rare on your T.V
I'm that fat jit, pack smoking, n*gga sipping jubilee
Got that pink, that yellow belly sipping, before i keep the treat
Gold in my mouth (Yeah)
Gold in my mouth, f*ck around and tell the dentist pull a, pull a 14 carat me
Ok, pull up do my dance man, guess im trying to cash in, DJ pat my best friend, kilo my right hand man
Told them n*ggas i go hard, she said, "Flyboy, he so raw.", she want me to hit it raw
Woke up faded, boy i'm lost. Now she wanna lick the sauce
b*tch im dripping, watch me draw. Watch her pop, lock, and drop
She gon' drop it like it's hot
She gon' ask me what i'm on, I said, "b*tch i'm on this guap."
Put my p*nis on her shoulder, she say, "Steven, can you stop?"
Boy, I feel like Triple H, 'cause I hit them with the hammer
Boy, I feel like MC Hammer
Boy, I don't have on pajamas
I'm a bad mama-jamma, reckless n*gga with some grandma
Flyboy Tarantino, get it, I might change my name to Santa
[Outro]
'Cause I got them hoes, aye
'Cause i got them hoes, aye
I might change my name to Santa 'cause i got them hoes, Ok
'Cause I got them hoes, aye
'Cause i got them hoes, aye
Flyboy Tarantino, get it 'cause i got them hoes, aye
'Cause I got them hoes, Ok
'Cause i got them hoes, Ok
I might change my name to Santa 'cause i got them hoes, Ok
'Cause I got them hoes, Ok
'Cause i got them hoes, aye
Flyboy Tarantino, get it 'cause i got them hoes, aye