"MIAMI STORY" lyrics
(You would fly too if you linked up with Frenchie)
This shit keep on turnin' up
(Ayo, safi, pull up)
Hoo
Uh
Ayy, I'm finna slide back on you, I'm finna, uh
I'm finna make this lil' run right fast
Let's do it
I'm just gonna make this run, bruh, I'ma call you, bruh, I'ma call you, love you, bruh, love you
It was 'bout 4 a.m., I was slidin' through the Yami, a ho text, "Where you at?"
I was solo with the top dropped back with a Marni shirt wrapped 'round a TEC
I ain't gon' lie, I'm young and important, but I still pull up to the 'jects
Bad lil' Mexican ho, I ain't gon lie, by her profile pic, she that (Hoo)
No lie, pussy look wet (But I ain't goin')
Look like the bitch got neck (But I don't want it)
Look like we're havin' sex (I want it)
I text, "Where?" She say, "The west" (I'm comin')
I gotta make this fast, in a minute, I know BD gon' text, "Where you at?" (Frrt)
I ain't gon' lie, this shit feel fishy, but I'm finna beat in her back (Hoo)
Stopped by the store, gotta grab me some rubbers, plus I smoked the last Black
Pull up by the pump and I saw my G brother, know I gotta shake up with that (He my mans)
He like, "G, why you by yourself? You know you bullshittin', Fatt"
I ain't gon' lie, G, I got this TEC and I'ma shoot 'til it click-clack (Love)
She like, "Boy, it's finna be 6 o'clock, I got work, where you at?"
I text back, "Five minutes away," whole time, put more shots in the TEC
Just noticed I got on this jewelry, I make a stop and give Frenchie this shit
He say, "Be safe," whole time, I don't think I am 'cause I'm thinkin' with my dick (Fuck)
I check the phone, somebody called me (CP)
I ain't gon' lie, I missed called it (Oohwee)
I finally pulled up to her house, this really the hood, should've brought a BP
Out the blue, text from Keisha like, "I love you, Fox, you our MVP"
CP text, "I got your location, nigga, I'm parked right up the street"
I knock on her door, now I feel more comfortable
She yell, "Who beatin' like that?" I said, "Chill, lil' baby, it's me, I ain't of those"
Huh, huh, she say, "Boy, I ain't gon' lie, you knock like the police"
I ain't gon' lie, soon as I walked through the door, it look like she can suck good D (Dick)
As I walked through the door, the TEC in my hand in case a nigga in this bitch
Fifteen minutes later, I ain't gon' lie, that bitch face full of dick
I say to myself like whoever bitch this is, man, this ho ain't shit
I was on the way thinkin' she was tryna bake my cake, whole time, she lit
Looked at her phone, hold on, my nigga name comes on the screen (Say Kitchen)
I ain't gon' lie, I hope this ain't that, what the fuck this ho got goin' with Kitchen?
I ain't gon' lie, big bruh keep it P, he just might fuck one of my bitches
I ain't gon' lie, I hope this ain't his main 'cause I'm finna lock in this kitty
This shit keep on turnin' up
(Ayo, safi, pull up)
Hoo
Uh
Ayy, I'm finna slide back on you, I'm finna, uh
I'm finna make this lil' run right fast
Let's do it
I'm just gonna make this run, bruh, I'ma call you, bruh, I'ma call you, love you, bruh, love you
It was 'bout 4 a.m., I was slidin' through the Yami, a ho text, "Where you at?"
I was solo with the top dropped back with a Marni shirt wrapped 'round a TEC
I ain't gon' lie, I'm young and important, but I still pull up to the 'jects
Bad lil' Mexican ho, I ain't gon lie, by her profile pic, she that (Hoo)
No lie, pussy look wet (But I ain't goin')
Look like the bitch got neck (But I don't want it)
Look like we're havin' sex (I want it)
I text, "Where?" She say, "The west" (I'm comin')
I gotta make this fast, in a minute, I know BD gon' text, "Where you at?" (Frrt)
I ain't gon' lie, this shit feel fishy, but I'm finna beat in her back (Hoo)
Stopped by the store, gotta grab me some rubbers, plus I smoked the last Black
Pull up by the pump and I saw my G brother, know I gotta shake up with that (He my mans)
He like, "G, why you by yourself? You know you bullshittin', Fatt"
I ain't gon' lie, G, I got this TEC and I'ma shoot 'til it click-clack (Love)
She like, "Boy, it's finna be 6 o'clock, I got work, where you at?"
I text back, "Five minutes away," whole time, put more shots in the TEC
Just noticed I got on this jewelry, I make a stop and give Frenchie this shit
He say, "Be safe," whole time, I don't think I am 'cause I'm thinkin' with my dick (Fuck)
I check the phone, somebody called me (CP)
I ain't gon' lie, I missed called it (Oohwee)
I finally pulled up to her house, this really the hood, should've brought a BP
Out the blue, text from Keisha like, "I love you, Fox, you our MVP"
CP text, "I got your location, nigga, I'm parked right up the street"
I knock on her door, now I feel more comfortable
She yell, "Who beatin' like that?" I said, "Chill, lil' baby, it's me, I ain't of those"
Huh, huh, she say, "Boy, I ain't gon' lie, you knock like the police"
I ain't gon' lie, soon as I walked through the door, it look like she can suck good D (Dick)
As I walked through the door, the TEC in my hand in case a nigga in this bitch
Fifteen minutes later, I ain't gon' lie, that bitch face full of dick
I say to myself like whoever bitch this is, man, this ho ain't shit
I was on the way thinkin' she was tryna bake my cake, whole time, she lit
Looked at her phone, hold on, my nigga name comes on the screen (Say Kitchen)
I ain't gon' lie, I hope this ain't that, what the fuck this ho got goin' with Kitchen?
I ain't gon' lie, big bruh keep it P, he just might fuck one of my bitches
I ain't gon' lie, I hope this ain't his main 'cause I'm finna lock in this kitty
