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letra de miami hotboy - fukkit

[intro]
ayy, okay
ayy, okay
yeah, okay
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy okay
yeah, okay

[verse 1]
she got a name that i can’t pr-nounce
i’m miami hotboy, make that [?] bounce
how i treat my n-ggas is a different system
how i treat my b-tches, they some hand-me-downs
rollin’ crazy on that 9-i-5
i got my n-ggas with me, we was born to die
i tell her p-ss the pot or p-ss the bottle back
i gotta hit the sack and now f-ck, i’m high
i’m a dirty b-st-rd, smoke grey
livin’ that day-by-day, it’s okay
b-tch, i been up all night, i got that -ss in sight
and i’m about to dig in that grave
b-tch, you look good tonight, let me tell you somethin’
are they f-ckin’ me? yeah, it ain’t for nothin
i’m miami hotboy, girl you know it’s me
so take those panties off, i got a date at three
i’m a poster child for all these f-ck n-ggas
i ride around my city like the f-ck, n-gga?
where the party at? where the bacardi at?
she take a sip that, sh-t, now she f-ckin’ n-ggas
i’m a little well known how i beat the beaker
it’s a science, n-gga, you gotta meet the teacher
[?] or [?], i got my d-ck inside her
look at that -ss, thank you jesus

[interlude]
god d-mn, that’s a fat f-ckin’ -ss, mane
ayy, straight the f-ck up, y—you ever done p-rn before?
i’m—i’m sorry
alright, alright, alright, i was just— i’m sorry
alright, we cool? (ayy, ayy)
we cool? (ayy, ayy)

[verse 2]
bounce on my d-ck, lemme see you hit a split
i go f-ck around and throw your -ss a 20-dollar-tip
look at me, do i look like the type that has some kids?
open up that f-ckin’ mouth
i’ma show you how i finish, bing
back in the party, i’m gettin’ too turnt
smokin’ a blunt of that indica earth
brandon look at me like, “n-gga, you good?”
i just fell on the b-tch but i vomited first
start the car n-gga, we gotta disperse
in the purse of that b-tch i f-cked, pounded that perc
hold my card, n-gga, we ’bouta be rich
it’s miami hotboy sayin’ here, merry christmas
so we went back to smokin’, tokin’, rollin’
miami hotboy, man, i am the chosen one
the son of myself, i created the god
so i look like a man but, yeah, i am the boss
take it back to the days rappin’ for nothin’
the fun of it, really, k!llin’ all discussion
but now i’m the king and i feel like the ruler
so when you see me you gon’ think that i’m cooler
walk up to yo’ b-tch and ask if she knew him (no babe!)
yes, you do, don’t act stupid
look, f-ckin’ that n-gga, you know it, i know it
so stop actin’ petty, you jerked him or blew him?
that’s how it is, then i promise you, n-gga
gimme two more years, doubt me? i’ll prove it
hush it, i rep it up
talkin’ or groovin’ to duke it, my n-gga
miami, we movin’

[interlude]
dope, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, yeah, yeah)
right now, man, i’m miami hotboy (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, hah)
i’m miami hotboy (ayy, okay, ayy, okay)
i’m miami hotboy (ayy, okay, ayy, okay)
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, bing, bing, bing, bing, okay)
okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

[chorus]
it’s miami hotboy (okay)
miami hotboy (okay, okay, okay)
miami hotboy (okay, okay, okay, okay)
miami hotboy (okay, okay, okay)
it’s miami hotboy (okay, okay, okay, yeah)
miami hotboy (okay, okay, okay, ayy)
miami hotboy (okay, okay, okay, ayy)
miami hotboy (ayy, ayy, ayy, o-o-o-o-okay, okay)
it’s miami hotboy

[outro]
n-gga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, yo
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
ayy, man
yeah

- fukkit

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