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Here we are, strollin' down the streets of Miami Ayy Brown top, little skirt, I barely have any time to do my makeup, let's just not even look, I'm gonna put sunglasses on Okay, mwah (It's so fucking dark) That's it, we have to hold hands We go to Nikki Beach, we might not make it This is like a candy store (Hehehe) And then the g-g-girls, yeah You know what they say, that's why he knows (Yeah) In Miami, yeah It's so pretty, I'm obsessed Malibu Bar—, no, Miami Barbie Ooh, rainy Did you get it right? From Letras Mania