Mook TBG, P3k On 1Thou - Back To Miami lyrics
[Mook TBG, P3k On 1Thou - Back To Miami lyrics]
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Swerve the coupe on Biscayne (Biscayne)
Let the chopper bang, bang (Bang, bang)
Swerve the coupe on Biscayne (Biscayne)
Let the chopper bang, bang (Bang, bang)
I ain't going, going, going (Where?)
I ain't going, going, going back to Miami
(Okay) to Miami (Ooh ooh)
I ain't going, going, going (Where?)
I ain't going, going, going back to Miami
To Miami (Turn up)
Swerve the coupe on Biscayne
(Biscayne, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, There they go, time to step)
Let the chopper bang, bang
(Bang, bang, let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang) swerve the coupе on Biscayne
(Biscayne, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, Spin the block)
Lеt the chopper bang, bang
(Bang, bang, let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang)
Uh, ocean drivin' the new coupe
Roof chopped off
Drink with the fruit mix with smurn off
Richard Millie on the wrist
Everything paid off
No, not gone, we flossin' (yeah)
Cars to be the bossin' (I'm a boss)
You run up on me wrong, take caution
We cock back, squeeze, we off him
(Lay 'em down)
Prrt, prrt, prrt, in the coffin (yeah)
Mommy walk by in the new Loub' boots
3k for tints, five more for the tuck
Took fat from my stomach and then
She put it in her butt (yeah yeah)
She so bad, but she used to be a mutt
Now she all glammed up in the new Benz truck
Like, "Daddy wassup" little
Momma wanna fuck, so get me birthed up
I ain't going, going, going (Where?)
I ain't going, going, going back to Miami
(Okay) to Miami (Ooh ooh)
I ain't going, going, going (Where?)
I ain't going, going, going back to Miami
To Miami (Turn up)
Yeah, I swerve the coupe on Biscayne
We know these niggas be lame
And all for the fame (O oh)
I got the whip, parking lanes
The whip go insane (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Now lil' mama wanna be friends
(Woah) , won't happen again
We in Miami, I know you got friends
(yeah, I know you got friends)
, body and fountain blue, we bring 'em in
We ran it up and we did it again
Now we litty again (Oh)
After I hit, let my brothers
Get in, ain't talkin' money
I can't comprehend (Oh)
Do what I do to make sure that we win
All of these racks that I
Spend, pull up with Benz
Take her and her friend (Skrrt, skrrt)
We in Miami, ain't tryna romance (yeah)
Ain't makin' no plans
Whatever I got had to go take a chance
(Go take a chance, it's Mook)
I ain't going, going, going (Where?)
I ain't going, going, going back to Miami
(Okay) to Miami (Ooh ooh)
I ain't going, going, going (Where?)
I ain't going, going, going back to Miami
To Miami (Turn up)
Swerve the coupe on Biscayne
(Biscayne, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, There they go, time to step)
Let the chopper bang, bang
(Bang, bang, let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang) swerve the coupe on Biscayne
(Biscayne, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, Spin the block)
Let the chopper bang, bang
(Bang, bang, let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang)
Swerve the coupe on Biscayne (Biscayne)
Let the chopper bang, bang (Bang, bang)
Swerve the coupe on Biscayne (Biscayne)
Let the chopper bang, bang (Bang, bang)
I ain't going, going, going (Where?)
I ain't going, going, going back to Miami
(Okay) to Miami (Ooh ooh)
I ain't going, going, going (Where?)
I ain't going, going, going back to Miami
To Miami (Turn up)
Swerve the coupe on Biscayne
(Biscayne, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, There they go, time to step)
Let the chopper bang, bang
(Bang, bang, let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang) swerve the coupе on Biscayne
(Biscayne, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, Spin the block)
Lеt the chopper bang, bang
(Bang, bang, let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang)
Uh, ocean drivin' the new coupe
Roof chopped off
Drink with the fruit mix with smurn off
Richard Millie on the wrist
Everything paid off
No, not gone, we flossin' (yeah)
Cars to be the bossin' (I'm a boss)
You run up on me wrong, take caution
We cock back, squeeze, we off him
(Lay 'em down)
Prrt, prrt, prrt, in the coffin (yeah)
Mommy walk by in the new Loub' boots
3k for tints, five more for the tuck
Took fat from my stomach and then
She put it in her butt (yeah yeah)
She so bad, but she used to be a mutt
Now she all glammed up in the new Benz truck
Like, "Daddy wassup" little
Momma wanna fuck, so get me birthed up
I ain't going, going, going (Where?)
I ain't going, going, going back to Miami
(Okay) to Miami (Ooh ooh)
I ain't going, going, going (Where?)
I ain't going, going, going back to Miami
To Miami (Turn up)
Yeah, I swerve the coupe on Biscayne
We know these niggas be lame
And all for the fame (O oh)
I got the whip, parking lanes
The whip go insane (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Now lil' mama wanna be friends
(Woah) , won't happen again
We in Miami, I know you got friends
(yeah, I know you got friends)
, body and fountain blue, we bring 'em in
We ran it up and we did it again
Now we litty again (Oh)
After I hit, let my brothers
Get in, ain't talkin' money
I can't comprehend (Oh)
Do what I do to make sure that we win
All of these racks that I
Spend, pull up with Benz
Take her and her friend (Skrrt, skrrt)
We in Miami, ain't tryna romance (yeah)
Ain't makin' no plans
Whatever I got had to go take a chance
(Go take a chance, it's Mook)
I ain't going, going, going (Where?)
I ain't going, going, going back to Miami
(Okay) to Miami (Ooh ooh)
I ain't going, going, going (Where?)
I ain't going, going, going back to Miami
To Miami (Turn up)
Swerve the coupe on Biscayne
(Biscayne, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, There they go, time to step)
Let the chopper bang, bang
(Bang, bang, let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang) swerve the coupe on Biscayne
(Biscayne, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, Spin the block)
Let the chopper bang, bang
(Bang, bang, let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang)