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Artiste:
Birdman & Jacquees
Titre:
MIA
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Ain't been in Miami in months (Woo) Ain't drove the Bugatti in months (Yeah, c'mon) Let's hit Finga Licking for lunch (What up, Khaled?) South Beach, book a room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah) You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah) Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Your love) Go get the lotion (Yeah), let me rub, yeah (C'mon) This ain't lust, yeah (Nah), I ain't bluffin' (Yeah) Girl you're my focus (Girl you're my focus) How the fuck you ain't notice? (How the fuck you ain't notice?) That I'm the only nigga for ya (I am) Never puttin' bitches before ya (Puttin' bitches before ya) Let's take a ride down Ocean (Yeah, c'mon) Girl we could slide to the fifteen (Yeah) Go get some breakfast at the Big Pink (You like it?) Girl it's a vibe when you with me (Yeah) When you with me baby Ain't been in Miami in months (In months) Ain't drove the Bugatti in months (In months) Let's hit Finga Licking for lunch (What up, Khaled?) South Beach, book a room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah) You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah) Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Your love) Go get the lotion (Yeah), let me rub, yeah (C'mon) This ain't lust, yeah (Nah), I ain't bluffin' (Yeah) Take you to Bal Harbour, let's go shopping Come meet me in Sony and Versace Now I could Gucci, Louis all your bags, yeah She want Chanel, girl, go get all of that Fendi bag, Balenciaga pants Saint Laurent, Burberry handbags Off-White you ain't never seen yet Can you meet me, yeah, your pearl here at the ocean Ain't been in Miami in months (Alright) Ain't drove the Bugatti in months (Yeah, me and Stunna Man) Let's hit Finga Licking for lunch (What up, Khaled?) South Beach, book a room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah) You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah) Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Nah) Go get the lotion, let me rub, yeah (Yeah, c'mon) This ain't lust, yeah, I ain't bluffin' (What? Yeah)