Miami Hotboy
(专辑: 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