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LyricsWe turn Miami to Sky-amiWe do this without any shenani’She ready, spaghetti (yeah, yeah)I’m throwin’ them baguettes (yeah, yeah)I’m cuttin’ […]

LyricsCould this thing be more?You can never-, this could be yoursIf it’s really meant to-, baby, baby‘Cause I’m interested, baby,

LyricsSittin’ behind five percent, you can see the chi-nainLil’ one goin’ crazy, ready to sprrt for the gi-nangIf it wasn’t

Yeah, yeahB- is so tropical, yeahI call her Pina Colada, oh, yeah, yeah (run that back, Turbo)Lately I give ’em

LyricsAdvertisements Sometimes you gotta take a sacrifice (Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga)In your love life (D Hill)If you want

LyricsSmoke good gas (gas), might cough that (that)Move good work (work), that soft pack (yeah)Gotta off that (yeah), gotta off

LyricsSmoke good gas (gas), might cough that (that)Move good work (work), that soft pack (yeah)Gotta off that (yeah), gotta off

LyricsWoahWoahWoah(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)Kick a bitch out like toodles (toodles)Lobster on my plate, came a long way

I got off-topic, I startTalkin’ about the drugs and all of the profit and (yeah, DY Krazy)Talkin’ ’bout the shit

LyricsYeahOne of the realest shit I ever (Torey, I know what to do with this)Shit, you know what I’m sayin’?Yeah,