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‎ zer0 chancez - ​heartstopmiami lyrics

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(intro)
miami
yah, yah
frreh, frreh, frreh
mm
k like, yeah

(hook)
he need to chill before i hit ’em with that freeze ray
and me and tropes chillin hard, we might freeze ay
you think you gang or something asking me for free things
but you not gang you better show me that lil’ fee pay
i’m ridin’ with the top down, feel like kennedy
i’m real sick b*tch, do you got the remedy?
always totin’ big sh*t, b*tch, there’s no finessin’ me
in love with my thick b*tch, yah, she’s so heavenly
me and twin, we geekin’, yah, we like hee*hee*hee
and we at the movies, b*tch, yah, smokin’ thc

(vеrse)
ridin’ with that top down
i feel just like kennеdy
she said that i’m sick, do you have the remedy?
that boy is an opp, b*tch, why you bring him next to me?
i might do some f*ck sh*t, i might catch a felony
they might be yo friends but, they is not no friends of me
tooly sing just like me, you won’t like the melody
on miami beach, b*tch, and i’m sippin’ hennessey
let a boy try, he gon’ make an enemy
and who you think i am b*tch? there ain’t no finessin’ me
floating in that water, sea anemone
she ain’t let you f*ck, but she was letting me
and yes i f*cked that b*tch, ’cause she get me
betty mad smart, she ahead of me
’cause d*mn, i’m kinda dumb, have you met me?
take a tab of acid and reset my settings
pressed 2cb, and it’s in my belly
told him, “eat a d*ck”, now he wanna test me
but that boy b*tch, he hide behind his celly
hoes on my phone, got no time for romancing
wait, wait* booted, and i’m dancing
he wan’ hang with us? zero chances
i got money on my mind, rubber band sh*t
i got so much money on my mind, i’m running out of storage
the whip, i like to floor it
this life, you can’t afford it
he been on my d*ck on ig, and i just noticed
i got something for that boy, but i can’t post it
i got feelings for that hoe, but i can’t show ’em
in the trap house with my bros, yeah that cash flowin’
we got grass growin’
i didn’t go to class, i was out smokin’
money on my ass, ran it fast, motion
he wan’ get like this, it take time and devotion

(hook)
he need to chill before i hit ’em with that freeze ray
and me and tropes chillin hard, we might freeze ay
you think you gang or something asking me for free things
but you not gang you better show me that lil’ fee pay
i’m ridin’ with the top down, feel like kennedy
i’m real sick b*tch, do you got the remedy?
always totin’ big sh*t, b*tch, there’s no finessin’ me
in love with my thick b*tch, yah, she’s so heavenly
me and twin, we geekin’, yah, we like hee*hee*hee
and we at the movies, b*tch, yah, smokin’ thc
(outro)
ridin’ with that top down, yah

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