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9pm in Miami Lyrics

[Verse]
Aye
Walk in the store, yo bitch star struck
Bitch since you all on my dick, punch this card up
Bitch I’m charged up
Use to ride the smart bus
Now I’m with yo bitch, in a foreign
Know yo heart crushed
Yeah
Leave my kids everywhere, like Toys R’ Us
Chain freezing
Got a nigga coughing, like Starbucks
Strapped
I ain’t asking questions when I raise this arm up
If I miss, I’m coming back around like karma
Twin Glock, Tia and Tiamra
Oops I mean Tiamera
This bitches so hilarious
All on my balls, tryna cuff
This bitch carrying
Tryna help my niggas get away like I’m Harriet
Yeah, Aye
These no names playing hoe games
Gone make me up the .44 like I’m Rocaine
Bitch aye I know you can’t afford it
New bitch a trophy, I treat her so important
Really I’m the plug, baby know it ain’t no shortage
Laying next to that big bitch like I’m norbit
Big ass knife on the chop, look like a swordfish
.223 going straight through you, ain’t no chorus
Aye about face
I just did a turnaround two times
Aye I feel like Jay Crowder with these 2 9s
Knock yo shit half off like a coupon
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Dawg don’t get yo brain blast like Jimmy Nuetron
Balenciaga shoe size a 10, you can’t walk a mile
Y’all see the kid coming up like a ultrasound
Till we found you
We go house to house like a foster child
Dropping this and that
Damn I might need to go to lost and found
Hope y’all niggas keeping up, since y’all talking down
Like I’m Bron
I keep a stick and my dawgs around
Ready for whatever
I know my family waiting
But I’m cautious, cause some niggas I thought was spying was hating
Aye
My bitch annoyed
She said “Why these niggas sleeping on you”
But yet they still imitating
These niggas flow so weak, they gone fall in the basement
Just made up bitch stand in the corner, she so irritating
Aye
You know Kidd keep that heat, not no bake oven
Nigga you can get yo ass shot like Kanye woman
Chopstick a fly yo dirty ass like it pay dozens
3 bands on right now, come try to take something
Aye I heard you be cashing hoes out and still ain’t fucking
We use code words
When I text her, she be like “Hey cousin”
When you ain’t around
She eat dick, make her pay for it
At the Pistions game, buffed up like Andre Drummond
At the Pistions game, courtesy don’t do great punches

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