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letra de back to miami - mook tbg

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[intro: p3k on 1thou]
go blah
swerve the coupe on biscayne (biscayne)
let the chopper bang, bang (bang, bang)
swerve the coupe on biscayne (biscayne)
let the chopper bang, bang (bang, bang)

[chorus: p3k on 1thou]
i ain’t going, going, going (where?)
i ain’t going, going, going back to miami (okay)
to miami (ooh-ooh)
i ain’t going, going, going (where?)
i ain’t going, going, going back to miami
to miami (turn up)

[bridge]
swerve the coupe on biscayne (biscayne, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
(there they go, time to step)
let the chopper bang, bang (bang, bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang)
swerve the coupе on biscayne (biscayne, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
(spin the block)
lеt the chopper bang, bang (bang, bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang)

[verse 1: p3k on 1thou]
uh, ocean drivin’ the new coupe, roof chopped off
drink with the fruit mix with smurn off
richard millie on the wrist, everything paid off
no, not gone, we flossin’ (yeah)
cars to be the bossin’ (i’m a boss)
you run up on me wrong, take caution
we c-ck back, squeeze, we off him (lay ’em down)
prrt, prrt, prrt, in the coffin (yeah)
mommy walk by in the new loub’ boots
3k for tints, five more for the tuck, took fat from my stomach and then she put it in her b-tt (yeah-yeah)
she so bad, but she used to be a mutt, now she all glammed up
in the new benz truck
like, “daddy wassup” little momma wanna f-ck, so get me birthed up
[chorus: p3k on 1thou]
i ain’t going, going, going (where?)
i ain’t going, going, going back to miami (okay)
to miami (ooh-ooh)
i ain’t going, going, going (where?)
i ain’t going, going, going back to miami
to miami (turn up)

[verse 2: mook tbg]
yeah, i swerve the coupe on biscayne
we know these n-ggas be lame and all for the fame (ooh)
i got the whip, parking lanes, the whip go insane (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
now lil’ mama wanna be friends (woah), won’t happen again
we in miami, i know you got friends (yeah, i know you got friends), body and fountain blue, we bring ’em in
we ran it up and we did it again, now we litty again (oh)
after i hit, let my brothers get in, ain’t talkin’ money, i can’t comprehend (oh)
do what i do to make sure that we win
all of these racks that i spend, pull up with benz, take her and her friend (skrrt, skrrt)
we in miami, ain’t tryna romance (yeah)
ain’t makin’ no plans, whatever i got had to go take a chance (go take a chance, it’s mook)

[chorus: p3k on 1thou]
i ain’t going, going, going (where?)
i ain’t going, going, going back to miami (okay)
to miami (ooh-ooh)
i ain’t going, going, going (where?)
i ain’t going, going, going back to miami
to miami (turn up)
[outro]
swerve the coupe on biscayne (biscayne, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
(there they go, time to step)
let the chopper bang, bang (bang, bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang)
swerve the coupe on biscayne (biscayne, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
(spin the block)
let the chopper bang, bang (bang, bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang)

- mook tbg

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