Miami (Remix)

Текст песни Morgan Wallen, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross) - Miami (Remix)

(Miami) yeah, it ain't nothin' like where I'm from, nah
Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in (Miami)
They don't know my name at these bars
And you can't even see any stars in (Miami)
You got me MIA for a couple days now
But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami)
Except for gettin' sand in my boots
Ask yourself, "What the hell is a redneck gon' do in (Miami)?"
(Miami)

Yeah, yeah
Mula
Now it get cold in New Orleans but temporary
And she know that I'm colder than Refrigerator Perry
And she don't wanna go to New Orleans, it's Armageddon, so we go to South
Beach, just say it's perfect for our wedding, now I start sweating in a
Cherokee, without the doors, don't get no sand in my Jeep
Or my decor, she look at me like "Nigga, please," so I pleased the bitch
We up in LIV on Sunday, I'm like Jesus, bitch

Party in the 305, we so high, if we go live, you might see your bride
Can't believe your eyes, we eat at Prime, and
I eat so much shrimp, I got iodine poisonin'
I can't even swim, but I could throw a yacht party

We're real lit in Miami
I'm like Will Smith in Miami
I'm like Uncle Luke, Trick Daddy
Me and Trina almost got married, shit
Got a barn door on Collins
Can't see stars, just Star Island
I got a target on my wallet, but like Morgan, boy, I'm Wallen in Miami

(Miami) and it ain't nothin' like where I'm from (nothin' like where I'm from), nah
Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in Miami (I still keep my gun, Miami)
They don't know my name at these bars (they don't know my name)
You can't even see any stars in (Miami)
You got me MIA for a couple days now
But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town (it don't hit the same, Miami)
Except for gettin' sand in my boots (yeah)
Ask yourself, "What the hell is a redneck gon' do in (Miami)?"
Yeah, ask yourself, "What the hell is a nigga gon' do in Miami?"

(Maybach Music)
Biggest boss Ricky Ross, ay, uh
Feelin' good in my two-seater, top down, it's too easy
Y'all season in Miami, sun's out, too breezy
Swimsuits on South Beach, condo for my side piece
Change of plans, let's just shop, blue duffle bag, 200 Gs

Life's short, so live fast, corvette with the rear rack
Cry once, not twice, really hurt when my dad passed
Make a toast, let's drink to it, still real with my day ones
And I'm still down to die for you
Pray for me when that day comes

(Miami) and it ain't nothin' like where I'm from (nothin' like where I'm from), nah
Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in (I still keep my gun, Miami)
They don't know my name at these bars (they don't know my name)
You can't even see any stars in (Miami)
You got me MIA for a couple days now
But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town (it don't hit the same, Miami)
Except for gettin' sand in my boots (yeah)
Ask yourself, "What the hell is a redneck gon' do in (Miami)?"
Yeah, ask yourself, "What the hell is a nigga gon' do in Miami?"

It ain't nothin' like where I'm from
But like Morgan, boy, I'm Wallen