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Song My Florida Sunshine . Singer Claire Lynch. Way down in the state of Florida Florida. Where the old Swannee River flows. Where my sunshine is waiting for me . Way down where the orange tree
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Yeah, I be goin' down in Florida. Where the sun shines damn near every day. Yeah, I be goin' down in Florida. Where the sun shines damn near every day. Yeah, I'll take my woman out on the beach
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Yeah, I be goin' down in Florida. Where the sun shines damn near every day. Yeah, I be goin' down in Florida. Where the sun shines damn near every day. Yeah, I'll take my woman out on the beach
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Taylor Swift & Florence Welch, Taylor Swift. Florida. Is one hell of a drug. Florida. Can I use you up?. Verse 2 Florence Welch. The hurricane with my name when it came. I got drunk and I dared it to wash
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Taylor Swift & Florence Welch, Taylor Swift. Florida. Is one hell of a drug. Florida. Can I use you up?. Verse 2 Florence Welch. The hurricane with my name when it came. I got drunk and I dared it to wash
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Bài hát Show Me (Remix) - Kid Ink, Trey Songz, Juicy J, 2 Chainz, Chris Brown. Oooh baby. I said baby. Yeah. Mustard on the beat, ho. Baby let me put your panties to the side. Imma make you feel
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Bài hát Meant to Be - Bebe Rexha, Florida Georgia Line. Florida Georgia Line. Baby, lay on back and relax. Kick your pretty feet up on my dash. No need to go nowhere fast, let's enjoy right here
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Song Smile . Singer Florida Georgia Line. Got on my smell good. got a bottle of feel good. Shining my wheels good. you're looking real good. Take a stack of cash ou. , I'm bout to blast out. Til
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Song Headphones - Florida Georgia Line. You were a whip around town. Tinted windows down. Alabama bound. Dixieland delight. You were a summer silhouette. A Sunday cigarette. A hand me down cassette
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a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but dive
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Intro. (You gotta get yourself together, kid). (Da-da-da). Chorus. You gotta get yourself together, kid. You got to keep it together. Yeah, pull your trousers up, you're hosin' it. You gotta get
