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Fighting and kicking
I been entirely driven by my been anxiety ridden thoughts
If I'm dying eventually ima die while I'm winning
You either lying to fit

the street don't like nobody
But your body
You know the street don't like nobody
But your body

Miami nights reminiscing about the strip club
It's lonely by my

heaven come after hell
I’m up can’t you tell
My name will prevail
It’s certified stamped like important mail
Ask how I’m doing man Im living well
In Miami

worshiping these idols
Sola Shittu, juule

It is a pity
That it took so long for me to do this song
Cause I'm feeling by now 
Too much damage has been done
Bad

My boy this crack not patties 
And i made a nip in the alley 
I wanted to shine like high beam 

She wanna trip in miami 
She wanna trick on a daddy

rich if you could spend those reality checks
Day by day but the scars remain
Nothing ever was the same sunshine to rain
What do you do when you switch

Oooooooh
Yuh
Oooooooh
Shorty wanna fuck cause I'm living like a rockstar
I hit the bong cause I'm smoking like a rasta
If you tweaking yeah we will

All my old hoes, still like me
I meet her, first time, at two
She'll be in my bed by three
Dej Loaf mode, so don't try me
That boy mad, his girl like me

es sein, dass ein Callgirl gewünscht ist
Sieh, meine Number One macht gern Selfies beim Sex
Und will, dass wir öfter Stellungen wechseln als bei

Illuminati
But we don't do blasphemy
Versace and Blue Dream, this shit Come in handy
When I'm in Miami, Latina chick Sayin' she love me
In Spanish, I'm playin'

Being a whore will never cure loneliness
Could sleep with a million phony men
It won't fill the void and neither will atrocious gin

Apparently, I've been

level One
Baby I'll be your private dancer private dancer
Weekend trips to Miami
Just for tanning
We ain't gotta go nowhere Yeah
Suns right here in my

started will
and I got the hoes in the green like a garden still
Why you go and switch up on your dog like a hard deal

Yeah, for real
And bitch, I'm hard

I moved it to Miami
I told my mama one day ima get a Grammy
And get her out that Camry
Her and the family
I’m cool all by myself, don’t gotta like me

on the highway
305 Miami Crusade but now I am New York
And you are LA
I have a pen and paper and a handful of songs
But how many sweet lullabies will undo my

about to bout to splurge on you but now I'm keeping everything
I got D'usse in my veins
I get hella groovy
Please baby don't piss me off by standing in my

Mom will wissen
Wie das Wetter in Miami ist
Und ich sag ihr "Fabulous, it's magic
Bitch!" aber mach dir keine Sorgen
Ich vermiss dich auch
Klar bring

my gums bleeding
Spit it out, it's still leaking
Grit it out, I still feel it
Funny thing with pain
Until you deal with it, you will deal it
Lord knows

Helen I'm so cold
Without you by my side

You weren't born crying
But that's the way you'll end up
In the winter in Miami
Doing someone else's standup
You

in terms of sound
But if all this print could speak
We'd be the loudest one around
The signs say:
Pesach in miami
The hotels on the beach!
The Bus

name's Pablo)
Everybody here is equal
Corporations have a board of directors
So will we a commission

Multimillion dollar nigga
I got tunnel vision (I got

stop me, y'all too sloppy
Carbon copied, carbon same thing, in a room
Sittin' by myself, findin' heaven soon
Many things that will trouble you
Look

some soldiers to protect them
When we lock hands we're like an army of the fiercest fighters
Striking when fear arises commanded by divine guidance my

pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a player
Drop, drop it for me
I'll rent a beach house in Miami (-ami)
Wake up with no jammies (Nope)
Lobster