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We turn Miami to Sky-ami We do this without any shenani' She ready, spaghetti (Yeah, yeah) I'm throwin' them baguettes (Yeah, yeah) I'm cuttin' shit up like machete (Uh) More hundo, the solo, I'm ripped The king, I'm the GOAT, I'm your daddy Put my finger in her pussy, VVS' Hit her like a porn star, I came heavy She can tell my persona, that's the difference Put it down in her tonsils I'm responsible, bitch, I'm doin' my numbers No matter what I done conquered I'm goin' back in and goin' bonkеrs Bad bitch, she wearin' a differеnt bag in all her pics As long as she listenin', ain't doing nothin' suspicious, know that bitch be glistenin' Bitch inspire me, get more money and I go out to get it Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these mills consistent Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' this money consistent Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent Tell me you proud of me Every time I come through and I hit it, no one fly as me Letras de cancionesI been like this since-since I was an infant Gang, we 'bout to go to Miami (Let's go) She tryna jump out her panties (Oh, shit) I'm gettin' harder to handle, I'm pullin' up, foreign AR with the Phantom (Brrt) I don't fucked some of my favorite famous bitches backstage at the Grammys (Okay) I done fucked some of my favorite Instagram bitches back seat of the Phantom And we in the center, I'ma get her some sandals It's lit like a candle, I'm lightin' her up Last ten years been walkin' it, lit, they be droppin' confetti, we pipin' it up Came in Aventador, coupe too small, I swapped for the Urus, get right in truck Came with the nigga, but left with the boss Every time I call, she wipe me up Hit, nigga, you ain't never had shit Stick some fine bad bitches on the couch, like, "Pick one" (Which one?) They off the pills, I'm off the skrill, but still gon' fuck like six times Trophies, I'm livin' life, you know me I'm a real sniper, I put on my scopey She spend a night, got a Rollie (Shh) I told a bitch, "Be quiet," yeah Treat me like a Rolls Royce Ghosty (Player) I'm in my hood, I'm a pioneer But, I'm keepin' that Glock on me closely (Right here) Niggas, they talk on the 'net, but, we ballin' for real I'm like, "Fuck out my face" (Fuck out of here) Know the bitch jet, we goin' to Miami But, she poppin' up MIA (She out of there) I'm poppin' out when it's poppin', I pop up and everything go out my way (I'm poppin') Bitch sayin', "PPA," this track we plottin' goin' away, yeah We turn Miami to Sky-ami We do this without any shenani' She ready, spaghetti (Yeah, yeah) I'm throwin' them baguettes (Yeah, yeah) I'm cuttin' shit up like machete (Uh) More hundo, the solo, I'm ripped The king, I'm the GOAT, I'm your daddy Put my finger in her pussy, VVS' Bitch inspire me, get more money and I go out to get it Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these mills consistent Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' this money consistent Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent Bitch massaging me 'cause she know I'm gettin' these racks consistent From Letras Mania