Lyrics:
occhi aperti
Fai fatica a trattenerti
Che bisogno c'è
Di partire senza te?
Mi sento come Will Smith
Il principe di Bel Air
Sotto il sole faccio rap
I will get the money , money
Pa que puedas viajar
Conmigo hasta Miami , Miami
Aeropuerto y champánge
I will get the money , money
Lo que
Baby I got dreams of fuckin in miami
Put that pussy in my mouth it taste like candy
The way I'm feelin girl we might just start a family
Cus I got
the shit
Bitches stuntin ig pics
Just for clicks
I got niggas bang the 5 bang the 6
Serial killers they dont do it for no trix
I'm a legend, I'm will smith
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
To To To Tossi in Sprite
Ich dreh' die Flasche Lila
Sie will zu mir, weil sie fickt nur mit, ah
Sie will zu mir
Weil sie fickt nur mit Dealers (yeah)
Bin auf dein'
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
Gather around
Miami Vice, all my cocaine gringos, ya know
Miami Vice, Pusha spit this shit for y'all, here we go
Youngin' don't make my cells
Started from the bottom
Penn relay Philly first place
Wooooo
I do my dirt all by my lonely
I be eating these rappers up
I spit them out like cheap Bologna
can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't
Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga?
I'll catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run
I'm fresh outta boot camp
Ain't gotta food stamp
Counterfeit bills will get you killed
Now where the goons at
It's poppin' in Opa-locka, floppin'
bloody boots
Yea I'm fresh outta boot camp
Ain't gotta food stamp
Counterfeit bills will get you killed
Now where the goons at
It's poppin in
cye aye shots in Miami got me tripping with all the hoes
I just fucked a bitch off the perc that's all she wrote
She tryna run through the league
Gather 'round miami Vice
All my cocaine dreamers you know
Miami Vice pusha spit this shit for y'all
Here we go
Youngin, don't make my sails rise
friends call me Baby Sammy
Mi goal in life is to get me Grammy
Mi like go Palm Beach and Miami
Say when mi was a youth mi have to stay with granny
And when
Thinking they can catch up to me
That's a HELL NO
Sit back and enjoy the show
It will be playing for a Century hoe
csk god to pray over my foes
Cuz my guns
It's a police investigation said they
See me servin' some
Informer a leaking information
Why the fuck you snitching
I'm in Miami with the Haitians
I
and let a couple of shots
Spin me around like I'm a featherweight, not knowing that I'm heavyweight
Smith & Wesson weapon will make you elevate and levitate
can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't
much drip I get there's always niggas wearing more
L.A. to see the King, she could kiss the floor
You only sitting by that court because you know a nigga
gehört
Steig ein fahre, ich will Drive-by starten
Und werd hoch angesehen wie die Freiheitsstatue
Es ist vorbei, dein Traum ging leider unter
Doch es
to wash cars for a dollar
A glass dick in the mouth of a model
Take your time, baby, don't spit, just swallow
BASE
Downtown Miami we've described
Miami with no money
(and no other famous rock groups due into the
Area for at least three weeks)
She tries to pick up a few bucks by
Entering the Wet
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