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Wale( Olubowale Victor Akintimehin )
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Miami Nights
The streets is cold and the beaches is warm The bitches is everything in between
Who would believe this rap shit would have me well off Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for Yeah, can't wait 'til the wheels down And I'm amazed you clown niggas is still around
Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud Catching heat floor seats and we all fresh From coarse seats to court seats is progress, of course
Tell them other niggas, 'Man up' Tell Lebron drop 50 unless he playin' us KOD a couple 50s like a precinct Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit
Chef creole, 2-seater And my watch looking like it's all 3PO 2 V's in the street blowing trees with hoes And more weed for me, shout out to Meek P.O
Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Little more weed, 1st class seats 1st class hoes, we on South Beach
Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Drinks out, c'mon, drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon
We at mansion but no cape on And that ass looking right, what you pay for it? Look, I know you not gay or nothing But we should find another girl with a tapeworm
I'm in a rental on Collins Me and my compadres, burning up Barneys With a model and some limit simple My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised
With dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids It's not far from white girls with big bread And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking But right there they skill scheming, they not eating
Knowing they needy as a bitch, they don't need a reason And when you repping Wet Willies you ain't even thinking Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Little more weed, 1st class seats 1st class hoes, we on South Beach
Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Drinks out, c'mon, drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon
Okay black Panamera, dash on a million It ain't nothing better than a passionate woman She graduated top of the class, Carol City or was it the west Hold up, I don't remember really, hold up
2 whips, 6 tattoos, no kids And I heard you come alive when you gonna live And I ain't trying to be ignorant But I'm leaving town in a little bit
Miami nights, ain't another one Until the buzz go away let's have a little fun Paradise, get away Thinking why it's not South Beach everyday
We got the jet waiting on us at the airport homie We got money to go get baby, let's get it
Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Little more weed, 1st class seats 1st class hoes, we on South Beach
Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Drinks out, c'mon, drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon
Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Little more weed, 1st class seats 1st class hoes, we on South Beach
Miami nights, it was all a dream If I can get my money right, I'm about to OD Drinks out, c'mon, drinks out, c'mon Drinks out, c'mon
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