We packin' Diamond Pistols
Ayy, look at that boy he lit, god damn, he wildin'
With your mami in Miami or an island
Sppin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin'
South Miami hootenanny
Look at that boy, he lit, god damn, he wildin'
With your mami in Miami or an island
Sippin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin'
South Miami hootenanny (Whoa)
Got the Fanny, she deserve a Grammy
Lookin' for a mom like I'm lil' orphan Annie
Or Bambi, I'm comin' for your family
I don't want your bitch 'cause that ass flat, Stanley
I guess she from the wrong part of Florida
My whip, my cash, my bitch all foreigners (Baby)
I'm pourin' up, sittin' here ignorin' your bitch
She at church and she say I don't go enough
Snakes in the grass ain't slick, bitch, I'm mowin' up
Kill the motherfuckers and the beat, call the coroner
Everything be goin' up, I'm winnin' just for showin' up
Gravy Train, bitch, yeah I got the secrеt formula, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh, Jesus Murphy
Damn, why'd I have to snap?
Why'd your momma's ass just give my facе a pimp slap?
Goodness
Look at that boy, he lit, god damn, he wildin'
With your mami in Miami or an island
Sippin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin'
South Miami hootenanny
Look at that boy, he lit, god damn, he wildin'
With your mami in Miami or an island
Sippin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin'
South Miami hootenanny (Whoa)
Your mami always come in handy
She said I'm a sweetheart, Yung Candy
Tom Clancy, vag' vigilante
Gravy get up in it, every nook and cranny (Honey)
I ain't gotta flex, baby, you know what I'm gettin' (Whoa)
Two new hoes, a seven and eleven
New coupe, new shoes, thank you to my revenue
New, get the loot, tax haven, ass heaven
Now we get the Fontainebleau
Pitbull in this bitch, stackin' ends too
Cuban dinner with your mom and her friends too
Say that shit again, if your dad, then I can too
You know what? Fuck that dance shit, drop some
Look at that boy, he lit, god damn, he wildin'
With your mami in Miami or an island
Sippin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin'
South Miami hootenanny
Look at that boy, he lit, god damn, he wildin'
With your mami in Miami or an island
Sippin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin'
South Miami hootenanny
Look at that boy, he lit, god damn, he wildin'
With your mami in Miami or an island
Sippin' Brandy, gettin' sandy and I'm smilin'
South Miami hootenanny (Whoa)
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