Miami
Mook$ X Kal Dirt
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I got all of this drip and now she on me Took this lil bitch out to Miami She suck all on this dick like its salami Hit them high notes just like she won a grammy I talk my shit and now she on me When I text or call she don't ignore me She call me daddy but I’m not on Maury Just love me now 'cuz I'll be gone by morning Yea Im going in Yea Im going in Promise I’ll be back then I go again You know I be dolo I can't roll with them So tell me why you so pretend You know I be Ice on hockey You my hot tomalley Mamicita, girl I'm feeling on yo body La di di di Private party in the valley Ride it like a Kawasaki Probably got it ya from mommy This Margiela not Armani On my slatt we moving slimey You can follow but can't find me I don't need no one to sign me But my name is on her panty Couple thousand bands like Fani Couple thousand on Versace In the cut u cannot line me Kill her guts like its a homi Suicide doors kamikaze Keep that heat boy check the climate I stay high just like a pilot Yea I'm cooler than a cooler Smoking buddah, loud like Luda Eat a fish like barracuda I'm ahead but not the future At yo head just like a shoota I see you just like my pupils ICU now you in funerals Have yo face paint on the murals Yeah you think u really do this But I know you niggas doo doo Got a pimp walk just like Lucious Schooling niggas like Confucius Boy I think you niggas stupid Can't do love ’cuz I’m not cupid I be savage I be ruthless Stupid dog u got u got me Eustess Boy you useless (boy you useless) Why you do this? (why you do this?) For real (for real) Bitch I got all of this drip and now she on me Took this lil bitch out to Miami She suck all on this dick like its salami Hit them high notes just like she won a grammy I talk my shit and now she on me When I text or call she don't ignore me She call me daddy but I’m not on Maury Just love me now 'cuz I'll be gone by morning Yea Im going in Yea Im going in Promise I'll be back then I go again You know I be dolo I can’t roll with them So tell me why you so pretend I might take that bitch back to Miami Gucci flips, Big truck My bitch Tan B Boof the pack now I can't land sea I call her friends and now she wanna romance me Big buck new cash, they can't stand me I'm in action posting fire I need a caption Sweet life with two twins I'm relapsing Take the doors of the Jeep now you know I'm Fucking acting I might take that bitch back to Miami Gucci flips, Big truck My bitch Tan B Boof the pack now I can't land sea I call her friends and now she wanna romance me Call up the herd roll up the herb Yo what's the word Then call up some birds They all bout them verbs We pull up in the lobby Counting money is a hobby While she's doing her pilates Kicks hotter then wasabi If I mayday you gon copy Blue bills make me cocky F50 I'm the jockey Don't jock me and your drips too sloppy Off white with Givenchy I Need a heat check The way I pick is random All the hoes call me handsome And these niggas can't stand' em On gang, I bang two thangs Slap like orangatang Purple in my tang Man I need to stop it I'm cooking stupid out the pot Chef Mook$ wit the pot
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Written by: Kalvin Richards, Malik Garrett
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