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314 in miami - rtb chi lyrics

314 in miami lyrics
[intro]
(dawson, this you?)
(ayy, dawson, gang, you worldwide)

[verse 1: rtb capo]
miami beach with a freak
she fell in love with that meat, but take a week
and it cost five hundred, n*gga, every time i eat
man, you work a nine*to*five, why you worried about me?
n*gga, huh
i just did an audi, y’all can do the chargers
i ain’t got no keys, this a push*to*starter
my belly poke out, so you know i’m ballin’
you like to beat on b*tches, now your girl callin’

[verse 2: rtb mb]
kick five hoes out the boat, get to spinnin’ y’all
told her grab some henny ’cause i’m tired of the fentanyl
i need a ghetto b*tch who punch a ho really hard
all of my n*ggas up cheese, we be k!llin’ y’all
all of your b*tches love me ’cause we really ball
b*tches runnin’ ’round the pool, man, i’m tryna get involved
she ain’t try to top me, you won’t get a call
got so many clothes in my closet, ’bout to get a mall

[verse 3: rtb chi]
i’ma put my baddest hoes together, make ’em get along
i’ma put my baddest hoes together, make ’em share a phone
i’m the type of n*gga get it poppin’ ’cause i’m never wrong
i’m on the road all month, she spendin’ nights alone
i’m on the road all month, i’m bringin’ figures in
i really made my first hundred right in michigan
i really made my first hundred with bad penmanship
i seen a lot of n*ggas die tryna live like this
[verse 4: rtb capo]
n*gga, you can die tryna live this life
or get rich livin’ right
we got twenty hoes with us, we at liv tonight
i might throw five thousand if i’m feelin’ nice
park the foreign on the grass, yeah, we in the trenches
i get money by myself, i don’t f*ck with n*ggas
hit a b*tch and disappear, she say i went missing
i took a picture on the yacht if the feds get me

[verse 5: rtb mb]
i told my b*tch to make sense, so she upped fifty
got a couple pounds out in houston, i done upped whitney
girly say she feel it in her stomach, yeah, i touch kidneys
d*mn, i just bust in this b*tch, guess you stuck with me
chrome heart, rollie with the chain, they can’t f*ck with me
i just hit a b*tch off a ten, she in love with me
feel like brandon jennings ’cause i always keep a buck with me
all my n*ggas carry around straps, ain’t no touchin’ me

[verse 6: rtb chi]
if i pick a b*tch up f*ckin’, she under one*fifty
i’ma get to kissin’ on your back, don’t fall in love with me
she’ll get a whole extra points if she roll ‘woods for me
i got a thing of pickin’ b*tches that ain’t good for me
none of my b*tches look the same, i got exotic taste
none of these ‘woods hit the same, this exotic dank
he ain’t mean to do it, he ain’t even have the time to think
that’s a cheap hit, i ain’t even gotta touch the bank
[verse 7: rtb capo, rtb mb & rtb chi]
these ones a mayor, i make them b*tches move
i’m hollywood, i feel like i’m cruz
b*tch, you know the rules, no tops in the pool
if you got a top, give me top, then it’s cool
them the rules, you can put ’em in a notebook
i ain’t gon’ lie, we was trappin’ on holbrook
how the f*ck you eat the whole thing, but you don’t cook?
we was servin’ fiends in the trenches, we was on cook
i ain’t cuffin’ hoes, lil’ baby, i’m sorry
f*ck a corvette, we gon’ pull up in a ‘rari
had a fiend was blind, he still ask me how the dope look
you ain’t never seen a half*a*million*dollar notebook
you ain’t never seen a black n*gga in a rolls*royce
they all know my name, down the way, they call me old boy
used to give n*ggas favors, they don’t get no more
rtb took all his b*tches, he ain’t got no wh0res
cullinan full of thot b*tches
we just met, how you know i got b*tches?
big blocka case i wanna drop n*ggas
if i got caught, then i’m mute ’cause i’m not snitchin’

- rtb chi lyrics

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