Yung Mal, Lil Quill - Miami lyrics
[Yung Mal, Lil Quill - Miami lyrics]
Ro huh, yeah
I just jumped on the yacht
With some bad lil' tenders
I remember I was stuck on Candler
Now a nigga richer
SS cruisin' 'round Biscayne, switchin' lanes
Call up migo, he gon' pull up with them
Thangs in the Sprinter
A bad bitch, a mamacita
She got ass and some dimples
Half Cuban, Puerto Rican
Long hair down to her nipples
Baby, top back, get blown on Ocean Drive
Smokin' cookie
Top floor by the horizon, over the city
We be lookin'
I got the trap settin' off on Kylie
A couple ninos who be wildin'
Some bankrolls slouchin' to the side
I got them sandals made by Gucci
Get on the yacht and we be stylin'
Mama called me, say she proud of me
Remember was was walkin' Masis
Stuffin' work off in the bricks
Floatin' licks, they be in Veneto
Can't rap just like burritos
Bad lil' tenders at the spot
They don't speak no englo'
XX with the tinted window
It's the weed from Puerto Rico
All I ever wanted was dinero
Bank account filled with zeros
I just jumped on the yacht
With some bad lil' tenders
I remember I was stuck on Candler
Now a nigga richer
SS cruisin' 'round Biscayne, switchin' lanes
Call up migo, he gon' pull up with them
Thangs in the Sprinter
A bad bitch, a mamacita
She got ass and some dimples
Half Cuban, Puerto Rican
Long hair down to her nipples
Baby, top back, get blown on Ocean Drive
Smokin' cookie
Top floor by the horizon, over the city
We be lookin'
Top floor on Ocean Drive, over the city
Smokin' cookie
On Sunset with the check, want a show
You gotta book me fuck 12, a nigga hell
I'm burnin' rubber while they lookin'
Mamacita at the spot
She butt naked while she cookin'
I just jumped on the yacht
With some bad little tenders
Backwood, dark stout
I ain't smokin' no swishers
Private location, ducked off
Can't take no pictures
Come from the bottom to the top, boy
It's a great feelin'
That's my migo, that's my motherfuckin' vato
Me and Quill some Baby Glaciers, man
We feel just like El Gato
Get out of line, play with that paper
Then I spit your damn tomato
1017, that's the squad-o, Eskimos
Everybody cold
I just jumped on the yacht
With some bad lil' tenders
I remember I was stuck on Candler
Now a nigga richer
SS cruisin' 'round Biscayne, switchin' lanes
Call up migo, he gon' pull up with them
Thangs in the Sprinter
A bad bitch, a mamacita
She got ass and some dimples
Half Cuban, Puerto Rican
Long hair down to her nipples
Baby, top back, get blown on Ocean Drive
Smokin' cookie
Top floor by the horizon, over the city
We be lookin'
I just jumped on the yacht
With some bad lil' tenders
I remember I was stuck on Candler
Now a nigga richer
SS cruisin' 'round Biscayne, switchin' lanes
Call up migo, he gon' pull up with them
Thangs in the Sprinter
A bad bitch, a mamacita
She got ass and some dimples
Half Cuban, Puerto Rican
Long hair down to her nipples
Baby, top back, get blown on Ocean Drive
Smokin' cookie
Top floor by the horizon, over the city
We be lookin'
I got the trap settin' off on Kylie
A couple ninos who be wildin'
Some bankrolls slouchin' to the side
I got them sandals made by Gucci
Get on the yacht and we be stylin'
Mama called me, say she proud of me
Remember was was walkin' Masis
Stuffin' work off in the bricks
Floatin' licks, they be in Veneto
Can't rap just like burritos
Bad lil' tenders at the spot
They don't speak no englo'
XX with the tinted window
It's the weed from Puerto Rico
All I ever wanted was dinero
Bank account filled with zeros
I just jumped on the yacht
With some bad lil' tenders
I remember I was stuck on Candler
Now a nigga richer
SS cruisin' 'round Biscayne, switchin' lanes
Call up migo, he gon' pull up with them
Thangs in the Sprinter
A bad bitch, a mamacita
She got ass and some dimples
Half Cuban, Puerto Rican
Long hair down to her nipples
Baby, top back, get blown on Ocean Drive
Smokin' cookie
Top floor by the horizon, over the city
We be lookin'
Top floor on Ocean Drive, over the city
Smokin' cookie
On Sunset with the check, want a show
You gotta book me fuck 12, a nigga hell
I'm burnin' rubber while they lookin'
Mamacita at the spot
She butt naked while she cookin'
I just jumped on the yacht
With some bad little tenders
Backwood, dark stout
I ain't smokin' no swishers
Private location, ducked off
Can't take no pictures
Come from the bottom to the top, boy
It's a great feelin'
That's my migo, that's my motherfuckin' vato
Me and Quill some Baby Glaciers, man
We feel just like El Gato
Get out of line, play with that paper
Then I spit your damn tomato
1017, that's the squad-o, Eskimos
Everybody cold
I just jumped on the yacht
With some bad lil' tenders
I remember I was stuck on Candler
Now a nigga richer
SS cruisin' 'round Biscayne, switchin' lanes
Call up migo, he gon' pull up with them
Thangs in the Sprinter
A bad bitch, a mamacita
She got ass and some dimples
Half Cuban, Puerto Rican
Long hair down to her nipples
Baby, top back, get blown on Ocean Drive
Smokin' cookie
Top floor by the horizon, over the city
We be lookin'