Lite Fortunato - TOMMY VERCETTI lyrics

I'm in Miami I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti
(Huh)
I'm in Miami I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti
(Hm-m)
I'm in Miami I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti
Ima race to the moon like I'm Mario Andretti
Glock on my hip if you try it get deadly
Give the D to my ex bitch
I feel like it's belly
Send an SMS boy cause you know that I'm ready
Took some cash on the track cuz
You know that shit petty
Its the RAF with the Rick
And the brand new Guiseppe
When the goons out man this
Shit can get deadly
Watchu doing now boy I did that already
I'm in the trap with some
Bros and some hoes now (Ouuu)
In love with drugs thеy telling me slow down
(yeah)

I'm in thе trap off
Of ten different milligrams
Kick that boy out cause you
Know I'm not feeling him
My muslim bitch told me to
Work on my discipline
Hit the trap then I go run up my dividends
Put dem lil racks on that boy
When the money come in
Now I hope it don't change me
Put a little Glock on my hip when
They try me through the city
Cuz I know them boys hate me
I used to pray on my knees in the trap
And I looked to the lord cause you saved me
I used to just ride with my dogs and you know
We some strays cuz they know
That can't tame me
Imma race to the moon bitch
I feel like I'm Neil
My boys on the payroll I keep em to kill
And I ride with my brothers
Like Kenan and Kel
In the Hellcat I'm dashing in
The demon for real
Off the pills you know I'm a demon for real
And these bitches they really want
My semen for real and the rich hoes they got
St Laurent in the hills
Broke as hell boy I was missing them meals
I think about my past it give me the chills
I'm showing my ass with some hoes from Brazil
This shit is authentic boy you know it's real
This shit can get deadly off half of a pill
No Rihanna Fenty boy I'm poppin real pills
Can't swim in this water they
Gon pop at your gills
The energy off I can't feel what you feel
Like my ancestors boy I was born in the field
I do not need a deal cause
You know I'm a dealer
No tequila but you know I'ma killa
That boy cannot kick it that boy not familiar
I only fear the man I see in the mirror
Trap trap wit that paraphernalia
All that rap cap little boy they gon' kill ya
Take a cat nap off the
Xans look like thriller
She give me fellatio buss on her concealer
(Wooo) tell the dealer I need me more dope
Just give me more time to get in my mode
Just cause that it glitter
Don't mean it's gold
Pick your own fate theres a fork in the road
The Fogo De Chao I eat with the hoes
You get out of line and they wiping his nose
New Rick Owens on every time that I pose

I'm in Miami I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti
(Huh)
I'm in Miami I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti
(Hm-m)
I'm in Miami I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti
Ima race to the moon like I'm Mario Andretti
Glock on my hip if you try it get deadly
Give the D to my ex bitch
I feel like it's belly
Send an SMS boy cause you know that I'm ready
Took some cash on the track cuz
You know that shit petty
Its the RAF with the Rick
And the brand new Guiseppe
When the goons out man this
Shit can get deadly
Watchu doing now boy I did that already
I'm in the trap with some
Bros and some hoes now (Ouuu)
In love with drugs they telling me slow down
(yeah)