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cruisin’ in the mia - pouya lyrics

[intro: ramirez & matthew healy]
man, you know i’m sayin’, people?
i come through like old saint nick
break a b-tch off, give her the gift, you know i’m sayin’?
i’m a pimp, i need my money, you know i’m sayin’?
purse first, -ss last
you see the good linens
chinchilla on my shoulders, lookin’ like a real pimp
break a b-tch down like a motherf-ckin’ bronco
let ’em know, you know what i’m saying?
purse first -ss last, b-tch
(mia, cruisin’ in the mia)
(mia, cruisin’ in the mia)

[verse: pouya]
so i’m back in that matte black cadillac
gas on e, by my lonely, my homie
he told me he got five on the whip
scoop him up, now we rollin’
dippin’ back to the crib
looking for some shawties
down to kick it and sip forties
down to suck on my big homie
b–bie rollin’ up, eyes rollin’ back
miami b-tches throw it back
purse first, -ss last
never tell ’em where the cash at
now we headed back to the whip
my hoes ready to trick, any corner that i pick out
keep my d-ck on flaccid ’cause i’m ’bout my chips
and i can’t let these hoes think that i’m with that
i’ll break a b-tch off, no kit kat
b-tterfingers, snickers, you’s a lick and i could hit that
baby bone, in my city i’m respected and known
to all my enemies, but hate to admit that
and the body frame so skinny
5’5, but the moms, they still f-ckin’ with me, yeah
and i gotta get my pennies up by any means
it’s my energy, don’t you f-ck it up

[outro: ramirez & matthew healy]
check it out, b-tch, you know i’m sayin’?
i’m comin’ through with baby bone just to let you know what it is and what it ain’t
i need my money in my hand, ho
if you don’t bring these chips to my pocket, you know i’m sayin’?
you finna get a slap in the motherf-ckin’ face
palm up and everything
purse first, -ss last, ho (b-tch)
(mia, cruisin’ in the mia)
(mia, cruisin’ in the mia)

- pouya lyrics

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