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letra de miami with the heat - finesse2tymes

[intro: kodak black & finesse2tymes]
uh
tied, they dead flies everywhere, you heard me?
tag-team me
finesse, two of ’em (x.o. think he all that)

[verse 1: finesse2tymes]
ayy, i’m in houston with the rocket (rocket)
hundred k to the plug, forty-five thousand in profit (that’s profit)
say i can’t go back to memphis? tell them n-ggas i said stop it (stop it)
double-r, i’m in south memphis, a quarter mil’ in my pocket, ain’t gon’ f-ck with me
ayy, i ain’t lookin’ for no problems, i ain’t duckin’ sh-t either (i ain’t duckin’ sh-t either)
cut my baby mama off, but it was cheaper to keep her (but it was cheaper to keep her)
left atlanta, went to memphis just to f-ck on felicia (bye)
made her stop and walk her home, r.i.p. to juanita (r.i.p.)
i got millions on my mind (big bags), thirty in my clip (big clip)
i’m on some bangin’ sh-t plus i been runnin’ with some crips (cuz)
i’m a ‘wood smokin’ (smokin’), hundred-thou’, i’m totin’ (big one)
realest rapper in my city that’s really out in the open, man (uh)

[chorus: kodak black]
i’m in miami with my heat, i’m all on the front street
too late to squash the beef, it’s blood on the concrete
drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don’t touch me
i’m a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n-gga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet
i’m in miami with my heat, i’m all on the front street
too late to squash the beef, it’s blood on the concrete
drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don’t touch me
i’m a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n-gga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet
[verse 2: kodak black]
i’m in the cut fifty deep
take over n-ggas’ cities, send ’em a cease and desist
set a trap up in your hood and bring them k!llers to me
make sure the young n-ggas eat, then i’ll have ’em spinnin’ for me
yeah, this sh-t really easy, i’ll solve a n-gga with my same watch, i swapped out the meeting
lil’ b-tch steady throwin’ my vibe off, ain’t matchin’ my frequency
around my way, i’m really top dog, but they ain’t wanna believe this sh-t
i’m on the ugly corner right now, but nothin’ ’bout me hideous
the same day i bought an srt and a traphouse, just recently
i’m sorry, baby, i f-cked her mouth, but that don’t count, that was previous
my youngin runnin’ guns, takin’ trips to savannah
lil’ marco get the bond, he shot the n-gga on camera
throw it back, i make it rain, dear, call me santa
four bodies in the same year, fresh out the slammer
all these n-ggas screamin’ gang sh-t, we do a lil’ better
everybody with me on the same tip, gon’ pop off wherever

[chorus: kodak black & luh tyler]
i’m in miami with my heat, i’m all on the front street
too late to squash the beef, it’s blood on the concrete
drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don’t touch me
i’m a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n-gga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet
i’m in miami with my heat, i’m all on the front street
too late to squash the beef, it’s blood on the concrete
drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don’t touch me
i’m a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n-gga, but ain’t nothin’ sweet (skii)
[verse 3: luh tyler]
‘fore i get on the stage (stage), i need me a dub please (yeah)
she f-ckin’ ’cause i’m paid, you know how them sl-ts be (ugh)
they slidin’ for the skii, my n-ggas gon’ come deep (skrrt)
i ain’t the type to beef, i’m spendin’ that f-ck cheese (on god)
way richer than my haters, they can’t even compete
i keep a couple on my roster (d-mn), i can’t just have one freak
all these n-ggas see a dollar (what?), they don’t really love me
he hatin’ on luh tyler ’cause he wish that he was me
when i was down, they wasn’t ’round to lift me up (yeah)
but now i’m rich, know they mad because i ran it up (yeah)
i’m turnt up in the club, n-gga, i’m lit as f-ck (lit as f-ck)
they said they did, but whole time, they didn’t love me (didn’t love me)

- finesse2tymes

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