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miami vibes - blo lyrics

[intro]
(deuxe made this one)

[verse]
in miami with my striker
i know mar still thinkin’ ’bout breakin’ into cars, but i won’t let him
i know gk still thinkin’ ’bout poppin’ the top, but i won’t let him
i know b still wanna lay a n*gga down, but i won’t let him
i know beezy, if we meet up on the strip, might be the set*up
broke my watch and ain’t even fix it ’cause my chain, that b*tch is wet up
n*gga playin’ like we ain’t steppin’, boy, we known to get sh*t wet up
we got cases, so we had to drive, the load just flew on delta
i ain’t gon’ lie like it wasn’t hard times, but i ain’t never stayed in the shelters
yeah, permanent record
buy my insurance, fill a cup, it got me racin’ with the devil
bought my first baby mama a birkin, buy my second one a bezel
since i been at peace, i been feelin’ a lil’ better
no more hard times
breakin’ in houses, we was stealin’ cars, no more hard crime
traveled fifteen days, gave him a dub, we would’ve took nine
he was prayin’ for a ten
i been poppin’ percocets, but on my mama, i never bought syringe
i ain’t gon’ need opps
milan my first child, i get scared when she got a fever
b*tch, you doin’ all that playin’, actin’ like i need her
said i didn’t do nothin’ for her, didn’t even feed her
i mean, do you believe her?
c8 came with red guts, this is not a jeep truck
two hundred on my dash, boy, i don’t think them folks can keep up
this sh*t nothin’ new, been wearin’ thousand*dollar sneakers
poolside with my feet up
industry got me trippin’
i ain’t gon’ lie, i went to miami, i ain’t even bring my switches
but it’s all good, my shooter with me and shawty got his bl!cky
i don’t even know what ocean this is, think this the pacific
if i’m jordan, gk pippen
if i’m jordan
.223, twenty*three
ridin’ ’round in a foreign somewhere close to the sea
mar said they goin, he out the town with a machine
get a b*tch started
i ain’t never been on no boat, sh*t, f*ck it, let’s throw a party
spendin’ money on my people, could’ve bought us a few cartis
steak*and*lobster dinner, ain’t no fast foods and hardee’s, you trippin’
soon as i get to the a, i’ma get me some hot wings, bumblebee
look at the car sting, strike key
it sound like it squeak how i gave back the car key
catch a vibe f*ckin’ this b*tch on an rp
some still around, but i watched ’em all leave
drop*top, you see the red seat
they blue light this b*tch, then we goin’ on a high*speed
slidin’ through the city
i ain’t by myself, i got slime and ’em with me
all of us blood, but this c*note rolling 60
ever since we talked, man, this sh*t been f*ckin’ with me
that sh*t playin’ with my head
hope you ain’t workin’ the backdoor
it was all love, we was just turnt, we was recordin’ at astro
poppin’ that sh*t with a bankroll, yeah
f*ckin’ on all the same hoes, yeah
that sh*t f*ck with our head ’cause you know how the young hoes gettin’
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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