Lyrics:
a coal holster
When he coulda stood easily in the tub juggling toasters
[Chorus]
No mountain too high
No city too far
No coma tonight
No city
the capital
We got the lock
And we taking this shit international
Big name you know what's up
Reeplay
Fct my city
Na there I position
Na there I go dey till
melting pot
Hottest club in the city, and it's right on the beach
Temperature get to ya, it's about to reach
Five-hundred degrees
In the Caribbean Seas
melting pot
Hottest club in the city, and it's right on the beach
Temperature get to ya, it's about to reach
Five-hundred degrees
In the Caribbean Seas
1.2.3. Joosuc and Epik High
1.2.3. We be livin' street life
This is street life
I was born in city
This is street love
I'll be mourned by
Yacht
[Intro]
I got you girl!
I mean I can take you anywhere
So many places to see
But I want you to imagine me and you on a yacht
The Pied Phifer!
need that one for the club
I need that one for the drugs
I need that one for my thugs (Yea)
All these models show me love
Drive the yacht til we get
toe tagging 11 mob amateurs
First act was to get some new threads
My lawyer set a meet with colonel Juan Cortez
On a yacht that plush with A list guests
Party in the city where the heat is on
All night, on the beach till the break of dawn
"Welcome to Miami"
"Bienvenidos a Miami"
Bouncin' in the club where
Party in the city where the heat is on
All night, on the beach till the break of dawn
"Welcome to Miami"
"Bienvenidos a Miami"
Bouncin' in the club where
the strip club
Magic City, what's up?
What's really goin' down in the A? Hey
Out in LA, out-out in LA
Secret Sunday, hangin' with the babes, hey
You know
people been costed
Shit, where do I start? I think they've finally lost it
Stormin' the capital if that was us, we'd be in coffins
They chillin'
hoe
Club couches, gold digging hoes hounding
Wishing to wake up in one of our houses
'Cause we got it, they want it
High end shopping on Rodeo,
money they say you joined the Illuminati
Only time they talkin', when u getting money
When you run the city bad bitches come runnin'
Now they get to be
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
Welcome to club Rocket Power
Where every night is baked potato loaded
This shit wall to wall, man
And every bitch in here
Oh yeah, she can be
a comment, life a bitch
Life vest, he need a life vest
Yacht club with the pyrex, rah
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes
grass wipes
Induced recession through interest rate hikes
Billy Brag with the club getting cracked by nightsticks
We in drag with the slugs at your back
oh oh
i'm off to chew the fat
where all the in crowd chew
hang loose at the oscar show
and at the yacht club too
don't mess with me
'cos i've
Woke up feeling like
Everything in life is going right
Miami livin' sippin' on a yacht
Roll another wood we smoke a lot
Never thought I would be here
the Glock I'm rich as fuck so I be ridin' in them fuckin' yachts
It's all gone when it comes up to a thot Tryna steal another thot's spot
Tryna club him
numbers
Call that the playa's club
The city too turnt right now
They tried framing us
Took a loss then shook back
Now we taking dubs
Told my girl we out
like to floss
In a section or laying low at the bar/if you gone hit the club gotta holla at Jabar
New to the city let me show your around
Where it used
hoe es sad girl
Conmigo miró to' más happy
Congelamo' el club
Tenemos el plug salimo la matrix
Tire el phone pa' Charly
Lo active como Rappi
Mami sueno
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