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Yo, brodie Yerrr Hey man, we about to go to Miami, man We about to go to the Yams, bro I'm stressed out man I need some love, man Ay, uh Just drunk a half a bottle of that Henessy, I'm wavy Had to leave that bitch before she played me My feelings hurt, I cannot even lie that was my baby But fuck love, love is just a bitch that never paid me Then what'd you do? Went and got a bag like a boss do So next time you wanna have my heart it's gon cost you It's Redlyfe, baby, but my heart blue My money number 1, so listen hoe you just a part 2 So play your part, I ain't got no time for your feelings now Landin in Miami, rent the Rari, put the ceilin down Skrrt Drip check Shades on, Neck wet, wrist wet And I got that smile that'll make your bitch wet In Miami like Santana town Dipset, dipset, dipset, dripset, dripset, dripset And I'm with my guys, all foreigns at the stop sign SongtexteAnd we spinnin blocks, got a watch where the opps hide Bad bitch, lookin like a pie, she on thot time Put Henny in her Mai Tai, now she on my time Then I hit the bro up, like let's go up on a Sunday 5 foreigns deep, gang hoggin up the one way Liv on a Sunday, we ain't throwin chump change Party on the yacht, couple thots & the fuckin gang We ain't got no worries, drinkin Henny just to numb the pain Big Cuban links, diamonds dancin off the sun rays Drip check Shades on, Neck wet, wrist wet And I got that smile that'll make your bitch wet In Miami like Santana town Dipset, dipset, dipset, dripset, dripset, dripset Jim Jones ballin Big drip saucin Money and respect, got that Power like I'm Austin Back end money, get like 15 on the walk-in 15 niggas deep, tell them bouncers let my dogs in It's gon be a problem if this Glock get to barkin We gon turn the opp into dog shit Put a price on him like an auction (he don't want that) My niggas walk shit, we don't talk shit I collect a bag, give my brother Reem a portion And we in them stores, came off tour with a fortune I'm tired of flexin on em, it's exhausting Neck on faucet, bad bitches on it Drip check Shades on, Neck wet, wrist wet And I got that smile that'll make your bitch wet In Miami like Santana town Dipset, dipset, dipset, dripset, dripset, dripset Flex Aus Songtexte Mania