Letra de Miami
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Public service a mothafuckin’ announcement! Broke niggas in the back, rich niggas in the front
From the D to the mothafuckin’ M, real rap shit
From the D to the mothafuckin’ M, real rap shit
Bitches poppin’ pussy in a bando, on a mattress
Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip
Niggas from Miami spend that money, imma tax you
You ever seen a real bitch that rub yo nuts and hold a Mac clip
I swear these bitches weaker than they braids, imma snatch them
Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky
Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat piss
Boy you a rookie, eat the cookie
Tell me how it taste, I spend like 40 on my bitches
Times was rough, we had to pray
Niggas all up in my ear, just for that bag I had to wait
I put bitches on they feet, cut down the grass and saw a snake
Up in Florida, pussy water
Fuck with ballers, Sean Carter
Fuck a trend, I’m a starter
Wanna be me, you my daughter
Buy me Gucci for that nut
Rode his face just like a truck
And if he say he put me on, that nigga lying add it up
If I turn into a freak, you got to show me where that good dope
Quarter ki wrapped in that plastic like I’m rolling frontos
Yo nigga ain’t my mans, sweat them bitches like a fan
Get rich was up in the plan
They watching like on demand
Dallas girls love a nigga who will slap up a bitch
Buy a doll designer daddy, we gon fuck in the whip
Came twice, it was good, still ain’t loving the dick
He the type to get finessed, still ain’t loving the trick
Can you match these bands or can you match this whip?
I put bitches in they place and I make bitch niggas drip
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip? Finesse that nigga for that bag, and take my bitches on trips
From the D to the motherfuckin’ M, real rap shit
Bitches poppin’ pussy in a bando, on a mattress
Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip
Niggas from Miami spend that money, imma tax you
You ever seen a real bitch that rub yo nuts and hold a Mac clip
I swear these bitches weaker than they braids, imma snatch them
Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky
Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat piss
I got 50s, nothing shorter
Pop that pussy, Travis potter
All this money, like a hoarder
Boy you broke, you out of order
Look, it drip just like a faucet
Want my number? It’s gon cost ya
All these diamonds around my neck and on my face could start an auction
Hood niggas, they some freaks
100K up in these streets
Make yo nigga lick my feet
Steak and shrimp we like to eat
These bitches ain’t my friends
These hoes act like fans
Get rich the best revenge
Asian with it, never pretend
In yo feelings like a bitch
Niggas lying on they dick
I be sliding on yo bitch
I put that iron on her wig
If you want it we got smoke
Twin tookas let it blow
Put that boy up onna scope
Rearrange yo fuckin nose
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip?
Finesse that nigga for that bag, and take my bitches on trips [2x]
Gang!
Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip
Niggas from Miami spend that money, imma tax you
You ever seen a real bitch that rub yo nuts and hold a Mac clip
I swear these bitches weaker than they braids, imma snatch them
Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky
Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat piss
Boy you a rookie, eat the cookie
Tell me how it taste, I spend like 40 on my bitches
Times was rough, we had to pray
Niggas all up in my ear, just for that bag I had to wait
I put bitches on they feet, cut down the grass and saw a snake
Up in Florida, pussy water
Fuck with ballers, Sean Carter
Fuck a trend, I’m a starter
Wanna be me, you my daughter
Buy me Gucci for that nut
Rode his face just like a truck
And if he say he put me on, that nigga lying add it up
If I turn into a freak, you got to show me where that good dope
Quarter ki wrapped in that plastic like I’m rolling frontos
Yo nigga ain’t my mans, sweat them bitches like a fan
Get rich was up in the plan
They watching like on demand
Dallas girls love a nigga who will slap up a bitch
Buy a doll designer daddy, we gon fuck in the whip
Came twice, it was good, still ain’t loving the dick
He the type to get finessed, still ain’t loving the trick
Can you match these bands or can you match this whip?
I put bitches in they place and I make bitch niggas drip
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip? Finesse that nigga for that bag, and take my bitches on trips
From the D to the motherfuckin’ M, real rap shit
Bitches poppin’ pussy in a bando, on a mattress
Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip
Niggas from Miami spend that money, imma tax you
You ever seen a real bitch that rub yo nuts and hold a Mac clip
I swear these bitches weaker than they braids, imma snatch them
Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky
Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat piss
I got 50s, nothing shorter
Pop that pussy, Travis potter
All this money, like a hoarder
Boy you broke, you out of order
Look, it drip just like a faucet
Want my number? It’s gon cost ya
All these diamonds around my neck and on my face could start an auction
Hood niggas, they some freaks
100K up in these streets
Make yo nigga lick my feet
Steak and shrimp we like to eat
These bitches ain’t my friends
These hoes act like fans
Get rich the best revenge
Asian with it, never pretend
In yo feelings like a bitch
Niggas lying on they dick
I be sliding on yo bitch
I put that iron on her wig
If you want it we got smoke
Twin tookas let it blow
Put that boy up onna scope
Rearrange yo fuckin nose
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip?
Finesse that nigga for that bag, and take my bitches on trips [2x]
Gang!
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