Miami Hotboy

(album: Miami Hotboy - 2015)

Ayy, okay
Ayy, okay
Yeah, okay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, okay
Yeah, okay

She got a name that I can't pronounce
I'm Miami Hotboy, make that [?] bounce
How I treat my niggas is a different system
How I treat my bitches, they some hand-me-downs
Rolling crazy on that 9-I-5
I got my niggas with me, we was born to die
I tell her pass the pot or pass the bottle back
I gotta hit the sack and now fuck, I'm high
I'm a dirty bastard, smoke grey
Living that day-by-day, it's okay
Bitch, I been up all night, I got that ass in sight
And I'm about to dig in that grave
Bitch, you look good tonight, let me tell you something
Are they fucking me? Yeah, it ain't for nothing
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 fuck niggas
I ride around my city like the fuck, nigga?
Where the party at? Where the Bacardi at?
She take a sip that, shit, now she fucking niggas
I'm a little well known how I beat the beaker
It's a science, nigga, you gotta meet the teacher
Chemistry or not, I got my dick inside her
Look at that ass, thank you Jesus

God damn, that's a fat fucking ass, mane
Ayy, straight the fuck up, y-you ever done porn before?
I'm-I'm sorry
Alright, alright, alright, I was just I'm sorry
Alright, we cool? (Ayy, ayy)
We cool? (Ayy, ayy)

Bounce on my dick, lemme see you hit a split
I go fuck around and throw your ass a 20-dollar-tip
Look at me, do I look like the type that has some kids?
Open up that fucking mouth
I'ma show you how I finish, bing
Back in the party, I'm getting too turnt
Smoking a blunt of that indica Earth
Brandon look at me like, "Nigga, you good?"
I just fell on the bitch but I vomited first
Start the car nigga, we gotta disperse
In the purse of that bitch I fucked, pounded that Perc
Hold my card, nigga, we 'bouta be rich
It's Miami Hotboy saying here, Merry Christmas
So we went back to smoking, toking, rolling
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 rapping for nothing
The fun of it, really, killing 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' bitch and ask if she knew him (No babe!)
Yes, you do, don't act stupid
"Look, Fukkit that nigga, you know it, I know it"
"So stop acting petty, you jerked him or blew him?"
That's how it is, then I promise you, nigga
Gimme two more years, doubt me? I'll prove it
Hush it, I rep it up, talking or grooving to duke it, my nigga
Miami, we moving

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

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)
It's Miami Hotboy (O-o-o-o-okay, okay)

Nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, man
Yeah