Lyrics:
the definition
So check this out
Yo here's the definition of a hotti
A girl with Noxema skin and a V-8 body
She can relate with your wildest dreams
By
clean, raw stay fresh
You know those must be 87's in them jeans (i guess)
I Bought 'em in Miami ship 'em hoes up to Duval
Must of had 20 chicken-heads
pie
Pa 'certe bailar, tu ve carajo, va ser coé, tigeraso
Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, Little Havana
Ay, Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana
We're gonna
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
clean, raw stay fresh
You know those must be 87's in them jeans (i guess)
I Bought 'em in Miami ship 'em hoes up to Duval
Must of had 20 chicken-heads
brain dead tomorrow and my soliloquy still will be
The illest there ever be, 'cause I be what you'll never be
My pugnacious rhyme patterns prove pitbull
I never come for the beach Babe i just came for the Cali I just got a hit from a bShe Said she want go to Miami
Babi She wna seasDon't wna see
we do fi dem (mmh, yeah)
'Mount a strength weh me gi' and dem still wan' me fi dead (mmh, yeah)
Yeah, me do dis by myself and me nuh need nobody else
You say you understand
But don’t understand
You’re standing in quicksand
You say that it’s Miami beach
But you’re so Miami beach
That you’re like
with the camp
Not Old Yeller, a pitbull and dog is the champ
You know better, think about crossin the line
Hit your sweater, with about ten from the .9
You and yourself by your lonesome
Me and myself stuck with the gun
My tears retract, fears stay intact
Tear me apart, my heart attack
Here is my
The stars were high above them
The moon was in the east
The sun was setting on them
When they reached Miami Beach
They got a motel by the water
Don't Do No Drive Bys
We Get Out And Walk Up
This Shit Hittcha In The Chin like A Pull Up
Pull Up SKKART
We Don't Play Around its To Many Guns Around
the way it sounds
But this time around I’ll be half an hour early
Cause I know what it’s about
And I don’t wanna miss that
Flight to Miami with you
No
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley.
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney.
Brazilian candy, from Miami
ein
Schwarzkopf, Nutte wir sind Miami Vice
Und Conscious Rapper reagieren mit Feindseeligkeit
Denn wir ballern ihnen ihren Heiligenschein
Vom Kopf
n*****s
He's a spit in the face for pitbull and bite n*****s
Matter of fact, I kinda like this cat for a white n*****
Get your hands up against
here
Just to make the party rock
Chorus
Its the summertime
Lets lay right back
The sun is hot
Lets feel it
Everyone is on the beach
Miami's got
you bound to get hit (bound to get hit)
I had to get me a brick I was road runnin' back and forth from here to Miami (from here to Miami)
Knew we was
woman wore a crown
It man, I'm wearing one, too
Ended up in Space, keeping pace
Grabbing mamis by the waist
These stories about Miami are true
Baby let
got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they
łańcuch albo zegarek
Pitbull na smyczy zakładaj kaganiec bo kogoś pogryzie albo podrapie
Mercedes AMG przy sobie dwa telefony miasto dzwoni w potrzebie
Mom, Alex is making hits again
305 in this bitch
Whoo!
Okay boo you all the way in New York
Well I'm in Miami, copped a new Porsche
Yo people can't
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