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Lyrics:
(Miami)
And 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 moola
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
She say it’s perfect for our wedding
Now I start sweatin’ 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 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)
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 (couple days now)
But it don’t hit the same (it don’t hit the same) as my Tennessee town (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)
Biggest boss Ricky Ross aye 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
Two hunny-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)
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 (couple days now)
But it don’t hit the same (it don’t hit the same) as my Tennessee town (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)
#Miami #ImTheProblem #MorganWallen #LilWayne #RickRoss
