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Yung Gravy

Miami Ice

 

Miami Ice

(álbum: Gasanova - 2020)


(We packing Diamond Pistols)

Ayy, look at that boy, he lit, goddamn
He wilding with your mami in Miami
Or an island sipping Brandy, getting sandy and I'm smiling
South Miami hootenanny
Look at that boy, he lit, goddamn
He wilding with your mami in Miami
Or an island sipping Brandy, getting sandy and I'm smiling
South Miami hootenanny (Whoa)

Got the Fanny, she deserve a Grammy
Looking for a mom like I'm lil' orphan Annie
Or Bambi, I'm coming 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 flowing us (Baby)
I'm pouring up, sitting here ignoring your bitch
She at church and she say I don't go enough
Snakes in the grass ain't slick, bitch, I'm owing up
Kill the motherfuckers and the beat, call the coroner
Everything be going up, I'm winning just for showing up
Gravy Train, bitch, yeah I got the secret formula, baby

Ooh, ooh, ooh, Jesus Murphy
Damn, why'd I have to snap?
Why'd your momma's ass just give my face a pimp slap?
Goodness

Look at that boy, he lit, goddamn
He wilding with your mami in Miami
Or an island sipping Brandy, getting sandy and I'm smiling
South Miami hootenanny
Look at that boy, he lit, goddamn
He wilding with your mami in Miami
Or an island sipping Brandy, getting sandy and I'm smiling
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 getting (Whoa)
Two new hoes, a seven and eleven
New coupe, new shoes, thank you to my brethren
New, get the loot, tags haven as Heaven
Now we get the fountain blue
Pitbull in this bitch, stacking 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, goddamn
He wilding with your mami in Miami
Or an island sipping Brandy, getting sandy and I'm smiling
South Miami hootenanny
Look at that boy, he lit, goddamn
He wilding with your mami in Miami
Or an island sipping Brandy, getting sandy and I'm smiling
South Miami hootenanny
Look at that boy, he lit, goddamn
He wilding with your mami in Miami
Or an island sipping Brandy, getting sandy and I'm smiling
South Miami hootenanny (Whoa)

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