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Miami Video (MV)




Performed By: Felly
Length: 2:44
Written by: CHRISTIAN FELNER, JAMES ICART, KYRAN MCEMERALD JOHN




Felly - Miami Lyrics




Intro:
All day, on the highway Miami
Leanin sideways, know my ride look like candy
F*ck them all ways,
Squad ridin all day

Verse 1:
You don't mean it
I don't trust Motherf*ckers, looking wack in this bitch
I be ballin like Meech, I don't have an assist
If I pull up on a freak, might pass her the dick
I be Zag ziggin, patent linen , patent leather
Big rhythms through Hell's Kitchen
Got bad women,
Harsh liver,
Same jacket,
Brain spinning,
Foul living
Bitches know the cameras on, (Bitches!)
What you think they actin for?
Pacifier
Don't take away the break of dawn
Back and forth, i'll tell you what, I'll tell you what
I take you on a trip to South of Florida
Get the crib, get the girls and pack the floor
Tell all the promoters to keep my bag in order
All cash so no tax reported
Motherf*ckers stay

Hook:
Ridin all day, on the highway Miami
Leanin sideways, know my ride look like candy
F*ck them all ways,
Squad be ridin all day
On the highway Miami

Verse 2:
Deadass, deadass facts
Deadass deadass fact all on my latex
Pull out lets make mess
Money say say less
Word to your fake shit
Don't take no rainchecks
Vibe like I'm Tribe quest
Meets Cobain for context
On the soul train im locked in
New bitch like Farrah Fawcett
Motherf*ckers stay

Hook:
Ridin all day, on the highway Miami
Leanin sideways, know my ride look like candy
F*ck them all ways,
Squad be ridin all day
On the highway Miami

Verse 3:
Shit, If I said it I meant it I'm getting better and better
I ain't concerned about relevance, or that pop shit
All of my fellas be in some jojo apparel
I got the look from my Grandma, I couldn't top it
Live for this, feel this shit, film this shit
Slim fella with the thickest bitch
Four letters you could take a pick
Love or hate, just don't fake that shit
Oo big money talkin, oo
Go on boy tell it, only tell it if it's true
They like Yo felly drop a motherf*ckin song
I be on my celly, know I fill a lot of shoes
Got an Indie label in the crib
Enough of this, f*ck this shit, suck this dick
Ain't going to lunch with no publicist
On the seas with a bunch of skrimp,
Going down with this sunken ship
E3 motherf*ckers stay

Hook:
Ridin all day, on the highway Miami
Leanin sideways, know my ride look like candy
F*ck them all ways,
Squad be ridin all day
On the highway Miami
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Intro:
All day, on the highway Miami
Leanin sideways, know my ride look like candy
F*ck them all ways,
Squad ridin all day

Verse 1:
You don't mean it
I don't trust Motherf*ckers, looking wack in this bitch
I be ballin like Meech, I don't have an assist
If I pull up on a freak, might pass her the dick
I be Zag ziggin, patent linen , patent leather
Big rhythms through Hell's Kitchen
Got bad women,
Harsh liver,
Same jacket,
Brain spinning,
Foul living
Bitches know the cameras on, (Bitches!)
What you think they actin for?
Pacifier
Don't take away the break of dawn
Back and forth, i'll tell you what, I'll tell you what
I take you on a trip to South of Florida
Get the crib, get the girls and pack the floor
Tell all the promoters to keep my bag in order
All cash so no tax reported
Motherf*ckers stay

Hook:
Ridin all day, on the highway Miami
Leanin sideways, know my ride look like candy
F*ck them all ways,
Squad be ridin all day
On the highway Miami

Verse 2:
Deadass, deadass facts
Deadass deadass fact all on my latex
Pull out lets make mess
Money say say less
Word to your fake shit
Don't take no rainchecks
Vibe like I'm Tribe quest
Meets Cobain for context
On the soul train im locked in
New bitch like Farrah Fawcett
Motherf*ckers stay

Hook:
Ridin all day, on the highway Miami
Leanin sideways, know my ride look like candy
F*ck them all ways,
Squad be ridin all day
On the highway Miami

Verse 3:
Shit, If I said it I meant it I'm getting better and better
I ain't concerned about relevance, or that pop shit
All of my fellas be in some jojo apparel
I got the look from my Grandma, I couldn't top it
Live for this, feel this shit, film this shit
Slim fella with the thickest bitch
Four letters you could take a pick
Love or hate, just don't fake that shit
Oo big money talkin, oo
Go on boy tell it, only tell it if it's true
They like Yo felly drop a motherf*ckin song
I be on my celly, know I fill a lot of shoes
Got an Indie label in the crib
Enough of this, f*ck this shit, suck this dick
Ain't going to lunch with no publicist
On the seas with a bunch of skrimp,
Going down with this sunken ship
E3 motherf*ckers stay

Hook:
Ridin all day, on the highway Miami
Leanin sideways, know my ride look like candy
F*ck them all ways,
Squad be ridin all day
On the highway Miami
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Writer: CHRISTIAN FELNER, JAMES ICART, KYRAN MCEMERALD JOHN
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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