8 PM In Miami (feat. RP)
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She a bad hoe, I just knocked her Diamond choker, she a rocker She a bad bitch, I'm a baller Call me papi, not her father If she see you, she won't bother She don't ride then ima block her Run it up, like Herschel Walker Why you hating, you a stalker F*ck with me, you got no reason If it's beef, you must be geekin Knock you out, make you go vegan Like he off a xan, he sleeping If he gets back up he's tweaking They all call my phone it's beeping Making money on the weekends Trapping out the whip, still sneaking If you play with me you bleeding Got no time for in betweenin If it falls then, I just leave it Pick it up? No, I don't need it Yuh Ay Yuh No I don't need it Yuh Ay yuh No, I don't need it Yuh I'll hit you with an arrow Make you love me like De Niro No juego con mi deniro No, I ain't no superhero If I slide, it's in the air so Leave it up Slut (Damn) (You coming like that?) (Really?!?) (Okay, that's why you brought me here) (Okay) (Okay RP, I'll take care of this real quick) (Lemme talk real quick) (Play with my Pokéballs) Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack an egg in your basket you bastard Big body Benz but the rari go faster My phantom white, it's nice like Casper Change lanes, we swerving through traffic Musta heard, 12 can't catch up Jimmy neutron, I came with the gadgets Hatchets, rachets, guerilla tactics bitch Tactical nigga, smell blood in the water Sharkfin barrel, shots coming in hotter We got Broomsticks, but it ain't Harry Potter got boom sticks, time it up like a bomber Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!! He's 6'4 now he's six feet underneath Nigga got a little shorter We some hot boys, coming round the corner Hold up hold up hold up hold up Hold up hold up hold up hold up Billy and Mandy, grim reaper with the scythe Slate don't like rodents, I don't f*ck wit mice Slate cutting Niggas like butter with a knife Cold like Minnesota, Cold like Minnesota, look at my ice out patek War ready nigga, it's a full metal panic Coming hot like the shit's organic RP came in the hellcat, he feeling satanic Dastardly, actually, shit was a travesty Back in school they laughed me Now it's 30 bands to talk to me We got ARs, five actually Don't a bitch, don't you lie to me Bitch
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Written by: Ryan Posner, Sleyder Guillaume
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