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business in miami - tony shhnow lyrics

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[intro]
(vehicular manslaughter)
(overk!ll)
(k!llionaire)
(k!lling spree)
aye where the lighter at bro?
(road rage)
(buckwild)
(showstopper)

[chorus]
i keep the connect like family
doing deals near the heat i got some business in miami
i know some b*tches don’t do music but accept you for a grammy
in the kitchen, chief ramsay
these n*ggas can’t compete, they lie on me, they can’t stand me
my n*ggas throwing bullets for the bucks, tom brady
so much cash money yeah call baby
it’s so many n*ggas that look tempted but they fadеd
it’s a new day but these hundrеds out*dated
i’m a trap n*gga but she f*ck me like i’m famous
my pockets full of money but i’m juggin’ out the vacant

[verse]
i’m a addict for it but i’m serving out the bas*m*nt
these sticks give a facelift
it’s best if you don’t say sh*t
supreme duffle bag, already came with pounds in it
this glock will kick and punch, i keep so many rounds in it
they say it’s deep inside that water, don’t get found in it
i’m quiet, move silent but this blunt got some loud in it
i cruise the street while most n*ggas asleep
i take a b*tch up off the corner, put some shoes on her feet
i teach her how to walk and talk to play the tricks for a treat
go f*ck your ex, i’m a p
you caked up i need a piece
i never signed a contract but i’m locked in with paper
big statement, i ain’t never signed an affidavit
i can’t f*ck a broke b*tch when she think i’m a make her
i’m selling pies like a baker but in the trap it’s the mayor
[chorus]
i keep the connect like family
doing deals near the heat i got some business in miami
i know some b*tches don’t do music but accept you for a grammy
in the kitchen, chief ramsay
these n*ggas can’t compete, they lie on me, they can’t stand me
my n*ggas throwing bullets for the bucks, tom brady
so much cash money yeah call baby
it’s so many n*ggas that look tempted but they faded
it’s a new day but these hundreds out*dated
i’m a trap n*gga but she f*ck me like i’m famous
my pockets full of money but i’m juggin’ out the vacant

[outro]
(un*fricken*believable)
(running riot)
(rampage)
(k!lling spree)
(open season)
(slice and dice)
(be the bullet)

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