Miami Shit

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Armando Cristian Pérez (born January 15, 1981), better known by his stage name Pitbull, or Mitra, is an American rapper, songwriter, actor and record producer. His first recorded performance was from the Lil Jon album Kings of Crunk in 2002. In 2004, he released his debut album titled M.I.A.M.I. (… more »

Oohhhh
 Introduce (introduce)
Mr. (Mr.) Three (yep) O (yep) Five'
Hop on a bucket of hot legs, fuck it [Repeat x4]

This for the boy who went to Tennessee  Listening to MJG, breaking 'em birds and 8 Ball
Be careful with them keys
Don't hesitate the squeeze  Watch out for them fans cause they hate y'all
 Begging counts over seas
When the fast come for me
All they gon' found is cities 
No wait dog
But wait dog
 Cause Pity's back
Bigger, better, stronger 
It's all right you can hate dog
But don't be surprised 
Even thought you like Nicolas Cage
And blow you motherfuckin' face off
Who the fuck wanna face off
 Cause my bullet is ready to cock, aim and bang
Show the world what is mean to be born n raised 
And home of the cage that's the(chrome and paint)
 Cause he uses a straight face
And he'll shoot AK 
He will kick you and blow
So I suggest to do what they say
 These are the facts of life
 Mines are the three bitches
They don't rat no more
All they do is snitchin'
I went to no pot, the piston, to get in touch 
How to whip out the pot in the kitchen  Listen 
Cook, cook
Whip, Whip
Chop, Chop
 Oohhhh 
Hit the shot stop, look, stop, drop, roll
Hit the block tell them fins stock the gold
Use to be my life but not no more
Fuck it

Hop on a bucket of hot legs, fuck it [x4]

[Chorus]
Sittin' on banana clips, you want banana clips
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me yo big ol' shit, with a ton of bricks 
Now that's some Miami shit
Chevy's on 22's, 24's, 26's
Now that's some Miami shit
That's what, that's right [x3]
I'm from Miami bitch

I eave, sit, shit talk right 
You see that semi 45 L.I. yeah I buck that
I never thought but I thought that
Give him a brick, baking soda and a pica and he's broad bad
 Pirates and biases I bring it back
How you want it, from a stolen microwave
How you want it, high or yellow or light brown
I ain't feelin' nothing man
I gotta fell it where the pipes at?
Let's ride out a woman in a summer day
 Money is to jack are everyday in day
That's how JT Money got his name
 Miami is the equal is tons of cocaine 
That's what we grew up
 Learn to do
 These cubes is the attention to a bird or two
Keep actin' like these boys will murder you
You hear the sun ain't the only thang burnin' you
This where the bitches go two way
 Niggas love gon' play
And try to go equal to one way
If you know what I'm talkin' about 
You from day
And if you don't then
 Welcome to where I've been raised  Nevada  Welcome to where I've been raised 
The cribs  Welcome to where I've been raised  Magic City
 Welcome to where I've been raised 
Real fast count it a day
Let's ride

Hop on a bucket of hot legs
Step on the gas
Step on the gas, fuck it [x2]

[Chorus:Repeat x3]

I'm from Miami bitch

Written by: ARMANDO CHRISTIAN PEREZ, TONY CASTILLO, BRANDON HOLLEMAN

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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Miami Shit