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tres like everyday
Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons
Where parties dont stop till the next afternoon

Welcome to Miami where they Hustle hey

tres like everyday
Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons
Where parties dont stop till the next afternoon

Welcome to Miami where they Hustle hey

G in the car, you smell it
Catch him a body, no telling
Pour up a dub, then sell it
Only be hanging with felons
Only be high in the sky
I kiss that

tucker
I don't trust 'em, I don't love her
Little brother
Don't make me reach out and touch ya
I don't got candy but I'll
Turn your head to Gushers, sucka

forget to floss
Dream about the wraith 
Got me dancing with the stars
(Aye)
They say sky's the limit 
But I’m on my way to mars

Got ya dub-c-w in my dm

the water can't touch me
The mood set by music that
Cyclones into a liquid version of you that
Sticks its whole hand in my ear and
Chokes an ear infection

I'll roll my weed up and give it my magic touch
Always questioning my future and what is up above
Not going to waste my time on a couple of dubs

Only

that I'm gone touch the sky
Now time to fly, and this a one-way ticket so goodbye
Oh I can't cry, cause I know that my paper will dry my eyes
And here's

Keep the forty yea I tote it (tote)
This my story yea I wrote it (ghost)
Touch the sky yea I floated (high)
Cowards riding we too focused (ride)
Suicide

Percs like they SweeTARTS
Tryna go dumb in this bitch like a retard
Bitch, peep drip
Mix Off White with Louis and some PURPLE
RIP the thugs and, on God,

and it shows
Wait
That's why I'm moving hard
Gave you too much right from the start
Making more enemies by the night
Don't mix your energies with my

Garcia Vegas

11/5

Fiendin' 4 Tha Funk

touch the fuckin sky
But I'm stuck like Chuck and I won't even try
Over high, eleven five
I've been smokin all day you can tell from my eyes
Smoke in my