CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Miami
Yeah
Yo
Yeah, you, you called me?
Yeah, I was just telling you I'ma pull up
Alright, how long you 'bout to be?
Are you by yourself?
Huh?
I said, are you by yourself?
Yeah, I'm by myself
Okay, you at the hotel?
Yeah
Okay, I'ma pull up, it's gonna be like forty minutes, is that okay?
Yeah, that's fine
Alright, I'ma text you when I'm close
Alright, bet
Alright, bye
Bye
(Airbourn made this)
She got her ass did, she tryna impress me
What the f*ck you got on? Boy, you dressin' tacky
Smokin' on gas, got kicked out the telly
I'm in Miami f*ckin' hoes from Cuba
Big body 'Cat, roarin' 'round a cougar
I ain't gotta touch you, my niggas gon' shoot you
Check came in, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
He say he bangin', but what is you throwin' up?
I'm off that Perc' and lean, now I'm throwin' up
Her head retarded, she came on the short bus
My money long, can't even fold it up
Ice on my neck got me froze up
She wanna live her best life
She wanna do all these drugs with me tonight
I'm Slayer Academy, she already know
He want his bitch back, but I'm f*ckin' her throat right now
Damn, money, it's all on the ground
Ayy, I'm smokin' the zip out the pound
Yeah, she call me LeBron, need a crown
I be deep in that p*ssy, I'm drownin'
She want Givenchy, but I got her Prada
That's your big homie? I'm f*ckin' his daughter
This an S-Class, bitch, I don't like Chargers
Richer then all of you niggas together
I been runnin' shit before the fame
I call her lil' girl, I don't know her name
She not even mad, she know I got hoes
That's why she around me, she playin' her role
They ain't let me in, so I'm kickin' the door
She ain't let me hit, so I'm f*ckin' her friend
She run from the dick like I'm countin' to ten
I told her, "Be quiet when I'm countin' them bands"
I lost my ring when I was washing my hands
He wanna be like me, I guess he a fan
It's gettin' hot, Tae, turn on a fan
My bitch lookin' pale, I told her to tan
She love my smell, bitch, this Number (N)ine
She said I ain't loyal, I said, "You ain't lying"
It's hard to keep up with me, woah, yeah, yeah
She got her ass did, she tryna impress me
What the f*ck you got on? Boy, you dressin' tacky
Smokin' on gas, got kicked out the telly
I'm in Miami f*ckin' hoes from Cuba
Big body 'Cat, roarin' 'round a cougar
I ain't gotta touch you, my niggas gon' shoot you
Check came in, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
He say he bangin', but what is you throwin' up?
I'm off that Perc' and lean, now I'm throwin' up
Her head retarded, she came on the short bus
My money long, can't even fold it up
Ice on my neck got me froze up
She wanna live her best life
She wanna do all these drugs with me tonight
I'm Slayer Academy, she already know
He want his bitch back, but I'm f*ckin' her throat right now
Yo
Yeah, you, you called me?
Yeah, I was just telling you I'ma pull up
Alright, how long you 'bout to be?
Are you by yourself?
Huh?
I said, are you by yourself?
Yeah, I'm by myself
Okay, you at the hotel?
Yeah
Okay, I'ma pull up, it's gonna be like forty minutes, is that okay?
Yeah, that's fine
Alright, I'ma text you when I'm close
Alright, bet
Alright, bye
Bye
(Airbourn made this)
She got her ass did, she tryna impress me
What the f*ck you got on? Boy, you dressin' tacky
Smokin' on gas, got kicked out the telly
I'm in Miami f*ckin' hoes from Cuba
Big body 'Cat, roarin' 'round a cougar
I ain't gotta touch you, my niggas gon' shoot you
Check came in, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
He say he bangin', but what is you throwin' up?
I'm off that Perc' and lean, now I'm throwin' up
Her head retarded, she came on the short bus
My money long, can't even fold it up
Ice on my neck got me froze up
She wanna live her best life
She wanna do all these drugs with me tonight
I'm Slayer Academy, she already know
He want his bitch back, but I'm f*ckin' her throat right now
Damn, money, it's all on the ground
Ayy, I'm smokin' the zip out the pound
Yeah, she call me LeBron, need a crown
I be deep in that p*ssy, I'm drownin'
She want Givenchy, but I got her Prada
That's your big homie? I'm f*ckin' his daughter
This an S-Class, bitch, I don't like Chargers
Richer then all of you niggas together
I been runnin' shit before the fame
I call her lil' girl, I don't know her name
She not even mad, she know I got hoes
That's why she around me, she playin' her role
They ain't let me in, so I'm kickin' the door
She ain't let me hit, so I'm f*ckin' her friend
She run from the dick like I'm countin' to ten
I told her, "Be quiet when I'm countin' them bands"
I lost my ring when I was washing my hands
He wanna be like me, I guess he a fan
It's gettin' hot, Tae, turn on a fan
My bitch lookin' pale, I told her to tan
She love my smell, bitch, this Number (N)ine
She said I ain't loyal, I said, "You ain't lying"
It's hard to keep up with me, woah, yeah, yeah
She got her ass did, she tryna impress me
What the f*ck you got on? Boy, you dressin' tacky
Smokin' on gas, got kicked out the telly
I'm in Miami f*ckin' hoes from Cuba
Big body 'Cat, roarin' 'round a cougar
I ain't gotta touch you, my niggas gon' shoot you
Check came in, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
He say he bangin', but what is you throwin' up?
I'm off that Perc' and lean, now I'm throwin' up
Her head retarded, she came on the short bus
My money long, can't even fold it up
Ice on my neck got me froze up
She wanna live her best life
She wanna do all these drugs with me tonight
I'm Slayer Academy, she already know
He want his bitch back, but I'm f*ckin' her throat right now
