6 AM In Miami Lyrics/Paroles

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(Intro) I'mma lay it out Wizo wuddup nigga? South Beach shit Might need to bounce to the crib first (Verse) It's 6 AM in Miami I'm thinkin bout timin I'm drunk, that's how I laugh, I'm the realest boy on the planet These niggas out here just getting chip And bitches just getting dick Tell this world that I'm killin shit Tell these rappers they stealin shit I'm really that nigga now No question marks or commas We hittin Atlanta next, I set the play up with Drama Presidential my wrist, That yellow gold be Obama Bitch I'm a terrorist threat They done resurrected Osama I dropped a album for one of my double dims come in summer These niggas lyin, I'd better talk, I just speak through the numbers I done wash my dirty hands, now I got shooters to dump you You get bigheaded with me flat, you clap yo mind shrunk But I took my balance to South Beach Ain't too much out of reach I'm back on my spot so nigga just get yo ass out my seat Don't speak what I'm bout be, I'm just practicing what I preach I rap without Ritalin, they just rappin bout what they see This shit is raw, be SOP, so shout out this Hennessey Probably be over my next one when I get this lean I'm out here GLA forever, no second guessing SOS until the death, you know the set that I'm reppin My niggas there, we CTW's that come to the weapon We stashin rugas in uvas Even the chauffeur feel threatened All this game I got I must've been a pimp in my past Like Duck Sauce, I'm coming back, I need my 1 and a half My crew was here to be Cus truthfully if it be you or me All they ever shots in whoop whoops that's how you know it's Skeme Sg and ODB for nigga, I might go 3 Charging you what? I've been with Duke, that bitch a hoe for free Fuck it (Outro) Ya bitch I'm on a bus and ain't giving no fuck I ain't got no shirt on in Miami bitch, what's happenin Gold on my chest, yea nigga Chichihadiyaya Bitch