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miami - kal dirt lyrics

[hook] (kal dirt)
i got all of this drip and now she on me
took this lil b-tch out to miami
she suck all on this d-ck like its salami
hit them high notes just like she won a grammy
i talk my sh-t and now she on me
when i text or call she don’t ignore me
she call me daddy but i’m not on maury
just love me now ‘cuz i’ll be gone by morning

[bridge]
yea im going in
yea im going in
promise i’ll be back then i go again
you know i be dolo
i can’t roll with them
so tell me why you so pretend

[verse1]
you know i be
ice on hockey
you my hot tomalley
mamicita, girl i’m feeling on yo body
la di di di

private party in the valley
ride it like a kawasaki
probably got it ya from mommy
this margiela not armani
on my slatt we moving slimey
you can follow but can’t find me
i don’t need no one to sign me
but my name is on her panty
couple thousand bands like fani
couple thousand on versace
in the cut u cannot line me
k!ll her guts like its a homi
suicide doors kamikaze
keep that heat boy check the climate
i stay high just like a pilot
yea i’m cooler than a cooler
smoking buddah, loud like luda
eat a fish like barracuda
i’m ahead but not the future
at yo head just like a shoota
i see you just like my pupils
icu now you in funerals
have yo face paint on the murals
yeah you think u really do this
but i know you n-ggas doo doo
got a pimp walk just like lucious
schooling n-ggas like confucius
boy i think you n-ggas stupid
can’t do love ’cuz i’m not cupid
i be savage i be ruthless
stupid dog u got u got me eustess
boy you useless (boy you useless)
why you do this? (why you do this?)
for real (for real)
b-tch

[chorus]
i got all of this drip and now she on me
took this lil b-tch out to miami
she suck all on this d-ck like its salami
hit them high notes just like she won a grammy
i talk my sh-t and now she on me
when i text or call she don’t ignore me
she call me daddy but i’m not on maury
just love me now ‘cuz i’ll be gone by morning

[bridge]
yea im going in
yea im going in
promise i’ll be back then i go again
you know i be dolo
i can’t roll with them
so tell me why you so pretend

[verse 2] (mook$)
i might take that b-tch back to miami
gucci flips, big truck
my b-tch tan b
boof the pack now i can’t land sea
i call her friends and now she wanna romance me
big buck new cash, they can’t stand me
i’m in action posting fire i need a caption
sweet life with two twins i’m relapsing
take the doors of the jeep now you know i’m f-cking acting
i might take that b-tch back to miami
gucci flips, big truck
my b-tch tan b
boof the pack now i can’t land sea
i call her friends and now she wanna romance me

call up the herd roll up the herb
yo what’s the word
then call up some birds
they all bout them verbs
we pull up in the lobby
counting money is a hobby
while she’s doing her pilates
kicks hotter then wasabi
if i mayday you gon copy
blue bills make me c-cky
f50 i’m the jockey
don’t jock me and your drips too sloppy
off white with givenchy
i need a heat check
the way i pick is random
all the hoes call me handsome
and these n-ggas can’t stand’em
on gang, i bang two thangs
slap like orangatang
purple in my tang
man i need to stop it
i’m cooking stupid out the pot
chief mook$ wit the pot

- kal dirt lyrics

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