T-Pain, Ace Hood - Miami lyrics

Shit, at some point, niggas gotta grow up
Ace pain, what up?

If you ain't got your shit together
Then you can't let her know what's up
Oh, you got to do better
She wanna be alone forever, oh no
She wanna know

How many times you gon' go to Miami?
You been there too many times
She know something's wrong
How many times you gon' go to Miami?
And every time that you go
You stay way too long
How many times you gon' go to Miami?
There's too many strip clubs
Too many strippers
When you get back, she go through your phone
How many times you gon' go to Miami?
Probably getting your dick sucked
Who you done picked up
When she know you did something wrong
How many times you gon' go? Oh, oh
Oh, oh

You know you gotta believe me, I
Put that shit on my kids, yeah
You know when them bitches see me, they
Just wanna spin on my dick, yeah
I ain't no sexy nigga but them
Bitches recognize I handle my biz, yeah
They know that I'm eating real good, they
Just want in on the meals, yeah
What the fuck I need a thot for
When I got a bitch that'll rock on me
Suck that dick till she get lockjaw
You tell ya girlfriend to come
Ride on this dick
Right when the shit bout to pop off
Put a shotgun in your mouth with a skrilla
Fuck around, get your shit rocked off
My bitch my shooter, my hitter, yeah
Peer pressure make me feel less
Of a real nigga and that's as real as it get
Iridescent diamonds in my ear done shiny
Broke bitches tryin' to fuck me and dip
Snakes in the grass, fake big ol' ass
From a mile away you smell 'em
I need a time machine so I can go
Find my younger self and tell him

If you ain't got your shit together
Then you can't let her know what's up
Oh, you got to do better
She wanna be alone forever, oh no
She wanna know

How many times you gon' go to Miami?
You been there too many times
She know something's wrong
How many times you gon' go to Miami?
And every time that you go
You stay way too long
How many times you gon' go to Miami?
There's too many strip clubs
Too many strippers
When you get back, she go through your phone
How many times you gon' go to Miami?
Probably getting your dick sucked
Who you done picked up
When she know you did something wrong
How many times you gon' go?

How many times you gon ask
How many time you gon pat, for real
Maybe you need to relax
Couple of days I'm right back, chill
You know I'd never deceive you
Never, would never mistreat you, no
I got a queen and a keeper
She don't belong in the bleachers
Bitches be trying to starters
They go to pressing me harder
Hoping I come through and slaughter
They wanna ride it like I was a Caddy
While calling me daddy like I was the father
Honestly speaking, I'm unimpressed
Thotties will come with a ton of stress
When you connect in the mind, your body
And soul it makes for some greater sex
If she ain't your homie, your lover
Your friend
You might want to go get your feelings back
With the seal and back
Imported my watch in a coniac
I keeping it real, you niggas living on lies
I look her right in her eyes
I done came up on a prize
I gotta stay on my jog
I gotta grow and evolve
People will play on your weakness
Look at what happened to Rome

If you ain't got your shit together
Then you can't let her know what's up
Oh, you got to do better
She wanna be alone forever, oh no
She wanna know

How many times you gon' go to Miami?
You been there too many times
She know something's wrong
How many times you gon' go to Miami?
And every time that you go
You stay way too long
How many times you gon' go to Miami?
There's too many strip clubs
Too many strippers
When you get back, she go through your phone
How many times you gon' go to Miami?
Probably getting your dick sucked
Who you done picked up
When she know you did something wrong
How many times you gon' go?