Miami
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Miami, uh, uh Southbeach, bringin the heat, uh Haha, can
y'all feel that Can y'all feel that Jig it out, uh Here I am in the place
where I come let go Miami the base and the sunset glow Everyday like a mardi
gras, everybody party all day No work all play, okay So we sip a little
something, lay to rest the spill Me an Charlie at the bar runnin up a high bill
Nothin less than ill, when we dress to kill Everytime the ladies pass, they be
like (Hi Will) Can y'all feel me, all ages and races Real sweet faces Every
different nation, Spanish, Hatian, Indian, Jamaican Black, White, Cuban, and
Asian I only came for two days of playing But everytime I come I always wind up
stayin This the type of town I could spend a few days in Miami the city that
keeps the roof blazin Chorus: Party in the city where the heat is on All
night, on the beach till the break of dawn Welcome to Miami Buenvenidos a Miami
Bouncin in the club where the heat is on All night, on the beach till the break
of dawn I'm goin to Miami Welcome to Miami Verse 2: Yo I heard the rainstorms
ain't nothin to mess with But I can't feel a drip on the strip, it's a trip
Ladies half-dressed, fully equipped And they be screamin out, (Will we loved
your last hit) So I'm thinkin I'ma scoot me somethin hot In this south-sea
merengue 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
carribean seas, with the hot mommies Screamin (Aii poppy) Everytime I come to
town, they be spottin me In the drop Bentley, ain't no stoppin me So, cash in
your door We flow to this fashion show Pound for pound anywhere you go Yo,
ain't no city in the world like this An if you ask how I know I gots ta feed
the film Chorus Verse 3: Don't get me wrong, Shytown got it goin on An New
York is the city that we know don't sleep An we all know that L.A. and Philly
stay jiggy But on the sneak, Miami bringin heat for real Y'all don't understand
I never seen so many Dominican women with cinnimon tans Mierda, this is the
plan Take a walk on the beach, draw a heart in the sand Gimmie your hand Damn,
you look sexy Let's go to my yacht, in the West Keys Ride my jetskis, loungin
in the palm trees Cause you gotta have cheese for the summerhouse piece on
southbeach Water so clear, you can see to the bottom Hundred-thousand dollar
cars, e'ybody got em Ain't no surprise in the club to see Sly, Stallone Miami,
my second home Chorus to fade |
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