Lyrics:
this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (phew)
real
Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins
What you call that?
Head over heels
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money,
these eyes have seen so many things
The moon over Miami, sunset in Frisco bay
It's all been so beautiful but still I have to say
Nothing comes close
eyes have seen so many thing.
The moon over Miami, sunset in Frisco Bay
It's all been so beautiful but still I'd have to say.
Nothing comes close
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle
real
Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins
What you call that?
Head over heels
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money,
She out in Miami
She popped a tesla ain't coming back home tonight
I got no sleep but I'm on the road tonight
It go down in Miami
Took a flight
Half a league, half a league, half a league onward!
Half a league, half a league, half a league onward!
All in the valley of death, rode the six
bitch in my Bally's
Got some bows from out the valley
Ayy shout out to my woes in Cali
Met amigo, he from Texas
Send me bricks, told me to stretch it
Yo, mic check, one two, one two Mic check, one two, one two, one two
Can I tell my story
I spent my summer in Miami I met my lover in Miami
I think
in my backpack, shades on, hat back
Bugatti matte black, where they do that at?
South Beach Miami, hoe I'm probably with Tammy To'
My life is
my miss's
Got bad Spanish bitches in Miami
Shit, All the bitches Spanish in Miami
I'm get pussy like I am me, hating ass niggas can't stand me
these thoughts that I mistake
For things I ought to do
Shoot my mouth off, break the levee
Sink down twenty thousand leagues into a sea black blue
me in Miami, probably in the Valley Joe
Most likely in the bay cause I'm always in the sco
Might have been in Las Vegas where I knocked my last hoe
I'm
dollars, they fell in her bed
In the bed, they fell in her bed (whoa)
You couldn't match my flight or top my speed
I'm too far out your league (wassup?)
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You
[Puff Daddy]
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil -- for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they
The New Miami
The New Miami
Surge Surge!
Championships built on D
Got the best Linebackers in the league
Got Pickney, McCloud, and Shaq
Ready to knockout
on the floor, miami counting. miami counting
If she drive us down to the beach, conceiving our kids on the seat
She's a valley girl and mainstream a freak
1 for
brr)
Hunnid racks in my skinnies (Hunnid racks)
Blowin' gas out the BP (Gas, gas, gas)
Major League, not the Indies (yeah)
When I'm heatin' up, never
Black Bo, you know we miss you
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
Since everybody wanna speak they mind
Maybach Music
Yo,
the preacher
I live in Miami, nigga, I'll South Beach you
Robin Leach, uh, that's how we ballin'
You know that I'm loaded, but please don't think it's sweeter
the gas
She never sleeps
Trying to keep
That feeling
Orange and green
Miami
Posing underneath palm trees
Out of my league like ivy
Out on south beach
Showed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn't care less
A young prince in Miami, son of a Pharaoh
This is deeper than raps, I can't run from the echoes
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