"Miami" lyrics
(feat. Rick Ross, Billy Blue)
Ha!
Yeah!
In Miami, this is a place where it all goes down
In Miami, if you don't know, well then you know now
In Miami, we getting that dope blowing on drugs
In Miami, ayo-ayo
In Miami
Miami! My Life! My Home! My Streets!
Without you Miami, where would I be?
Where would I go? Miami's neat
It's like I washed up on shore on Miami's beach
Make me a bed, let me lay my pallet
It's like [?], he made a way to Cali
Uncle Luke D, made a way for me
I just hope Miami don't corrupt my seed
Miami it was tough, but we stood in the paint
Miami, my mammy
My bread and butter
Me ate breakfast, but still made room for supper
I refuse to shut up, or let a bitch talk about our city
Don't step up! Yeah!
Miami me, Miami us, Please!
In Miami, this is a place where it all goes down
In Miami, if you don't know, well then you know now
In Miami, we getting that dope blowing on drugs
In Miami, ayo-ayo
In Miami
I'm on a mission tryna come up quick-quick
Got me a dummy brick-brick
Look to my right, lil pretty she won't runna with
This city, where you wanna be
But unfortunately, this the side we ride
For our porta keys
City that's your alias, call it a paradise
I leave you paralyzed, so Imma carry mine
Money like Deon, Rims on your neon
Niggas smoking Reggie, All you smell is shit and we on
Poe boy is a army, better yet a Navy
If you ever need that boy, young nigga pay me
When you see me on a stroll
Then you know how to roll
Ask k's killas, 380 for the hoes
Make no mistake, black flags at your wait-wait
Black rolls, for your mammy
Welcome to Miami, Boss
In Miami, this is a place where it all goes down
In Miami, if you don't know, well then you know now
In Miami, we getting that dope blowing on drugs
In Miami, ayo-ayo
In Miami
I got 3 hoes, 5 minutes to move
Run let em lock them, no grands losing
But Miami live, hating in the Eastside
But Miami live, hating in the b-rider
Young soul boy, that's the death of me
My mama know Miami hadn't got the best of me
Made me a G, Young drug dealer
Start to selling brown, Now I'm flipping nose nigga (Ohh)
Home of the Dix, represent the 7 trays
That shit heavy, in the traps all day
Took a shot [?], strap always
Touch white, I be getting money all ways
Born in Miami, catch us at the docks
A quick [?], waiting on the blocks
There it go, time to get right
This is how a real nigga take flight in Miami
In Miami, this is a place where it all goes down
In Miami, if you don't know, well then you know now
In Miami, we getting that dope blowing on drugs
In Miami, ayo-ayo
In Miami
Yeah!
In Miami, this is a place where it all goes down
In Miami, if you don't know, well then you know now
In Miami, we getting that dope blowing on drugs
In Miami, ayo-ayo
In Miami
Miami! My Life! My Home! My Streets!
Without you Miami, where would I be?
Where would I go? Miami's neat
It's like I washed up on shore on Miami's beach
Make me a bed, let me lay my pallet
It's like [?], he made a way to Cali
Uncle Luke D, made a way for me
I just hope Miami don't corrupt my seed
Miami it was tough, but we stood in the paint
Miami, my mammy
My bread and butter
Me ate breakfast, but still made room for supper
I refuse to shut up, or let a bitch talk about our city
Don't step up! Yeah!
Miami me, Miami us, Please!
In Miami, this is a place where it all goes down
In Miami, if you don't know, well then you know now
In Miami, we getting that dope blowing on drugs
In Miami, ayo-ayo
In Miami
I'm on a mission tryna come up quick-quick
Got me a dummy brick-brick
Look to my right, lil pretty she won't runna with
This city, where you wanna be
But unfortunately, this the side we ride
For our porta keys
City that's your alias, call it a paradise
I leave you paralyzed, so Imma carry mine
Money like Deon, Rims on your neon
Niggas smoking Reggie, All you smell is shit and we on
Poe boy is a army, better yet a Navy
If you ever need that boy, young nigga pay me
When you see me on a stroll
Then you know how to roll
Ask k's killas, 380 for the hoes
Make no mistake, black flags at your wait-wait
Black rolls, for your mammy
Welcome to Miami, Boss
In Miami, this is a place where it all goes down
In Miami, if you don't know, well then you know now
In Miami, we getting that dope blowing on drugs
In Miami, ayo-ayo
In Miami
I got 3 hoes, 5 minutes to move
Run let em lock them, no grands losing
But Miami live, hating in the Eastside
But Miami live, hating in the b-rider
Young soul boy, that's the death of me
My mama know Miami hadn't got the best of me
Made me a G, Young drug dealer
Start to selling brown, Now I'm flipping nose nigga (Ohh)
Home of the Dix, represent the 7 trays
That shit heavy, in the traps all day
Took a shot [?], strap always
Touch white, I be getting money all ways
Born in Miami, catch us at the docks
A quick [?], waiting on the blocks
There it go, time to get right
This is how a real nigga take flight in Miami
In Miami, this is a place where it all goes down
In Miami, if you don't know, well then you know now
In Miami, we getting that dope blowing on drugs
In Miami, ayo-ayo
In Miami
