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Miami Vices Video (MV)




Performed By: Chase Murphy
Length: 3:24
Written by: Carson Murphy




Chase Murphy - Miami Vices Lyrics




"Man-
Man, I told that bitch I did a donut in the coupe bro"
"You buggin'"
"Man-
Man, I told her-
Man, I told-
I told that bitch
Damn this-
This Jäger kinda' hittin'"
"Man, shut yo ass up and drive, bro"

My wallet like a 64-pack of Crayola (That foreign guala)
I whip the stick just like a 6-4 controller (That old Impala)
I got the gas you grab the wood n' unroll it (We slow ride)
And just ash in the cup holder
Girl, this ganja we smokin' (I'm so high)

I'm from that 6-1-7
All the funds private like star 6-7
Cash, new apartment n' a push to start engine
Laugh all you want, you'll never drive what I'm rentin'
Mclarens, Benzes

Whip it in Miami, homie push a hunned' twenty
I ain't even had a license
Xanni faded so he let me
I was flexin', copped a table
Franklin throwin', droppin' Benjis
Stripper gave me her all her thoughts and I ain't even pay a penny

I'm good
I'm on
On stage and they applaud
Chase was busy chasing stars
Droppin' gems n' droppin' jaws
I get the mood right
Soon I know I'll be living the good life
Fríó mix the Fanta and the moonshine
Feeling like...

"Man, you need to slow down, bro!
God damn, you even got your license?"
"Hey this my first time driving!"
"Oh no!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out!"
"Oh f*ck!"

I know you
I know you suffered the scars
Shuffled the cards, and buddy what're the odds?
It's like I know you
I know it buffered at parts
You pulled apart like a pork at the park
Oh I-
I know you
I know that you been a star
Right from the start, had the heat in your heart
I might know you (Know you)
I know-
I know who you are
I know you better the man that you are

You right
Better level, never settle for money or anything
If she in stilettos her innuendo is everything
Any lil' devil is gonna peddle for wedding rings
Now let the Henny sing, yeah

'Cause I be off the brown
(Pop a bottle)
Bottle like a Nina (Nina)
Big bad wolf blowin' clouds of the reefa'
We gon burn it down-
Down
Get arriba
Fingertip tater tot, flamin' hot cheetah (Hot)

Stovetop cookin' with a marble counter next to me
Wake up in the morning, bake the bunches of the evergreen
Life had give me lemons
Learned to juggle, but I never squeezed
A lil' sumn' Lebanese, the hottest that I ever seen (Yeah)

Sittin' on my right hand
Shawty, I'm driving
I could flip the switch, man
Auto the pilot
I be feelin' like I'm Batman: Arkham Asylum
I could really use a CAT scan
Strung like violin

I'll be poppin' like an aneurism, uh
Devil on my shoulder but I'm dancin' widdem'
I swear if heaven any closer I got grams to give 'em
Y'all got weed up there? (Oh, I'm the plug)
The fam straight? (Sure enough)
I'd go Danny Phantom through them two gold gates
At the top of my lungs yell "jail break"
I ain't seen y'all in a minute
I miss ya for f*ck's sake, shit

(I know you)
I know you suffered the scars
Shuffled the cards, and buddy what're the odds?
Like (I know you)
I know it buffered at parts
You pulled apart like a pork at the park, I-
(I know you)
I know that you been a star
Right from the start, had the heat in your heart, I-
(Know you)
I know-
I know who you are
I know you better the man that you are
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"Man-
Man, I told that bitch I did a donut in the coupe bro"
"You buggin'"
"Man-
Man, I told her-
Man, I told-
I told that bitch
Damn this-
This Jäger kinda' hittin'"
"Man, shut yo ass up and drive, bro"

My wallet like a 64-pack of Crayola (That foreign guala)
I whip the stick just like a 6-4 controller (That old Impala)
I got the gas you grab the wood n' unroll it (We slow ride)
And just ash in the cup holder
Girl, this ganja we smokin' (I'm so high)

I'm from that 6-1-7
All the funds private like star 6-7
Cash, new apartment n' a push to start engine
Laugh all you want, you'll never drive what I'm rentin'
Mclarens, Benzes

Whip it in Miami, homie push a hunned' twenty
I ain't even had a license
Xanni faded so he let me
I was flexin', copped a table
Franklin throwin', droppin' Benjis
Stripper gave me her all her thoughts and I ain't even pay a penny

I'm good
I'm on
On stage and they applaud
Chase was busy chasing stars
Droppin' gems n' droppin' jaws
I get the mood right
Soon I know I'll be living the good life
Fríó mix the Fanta and the moonshine
Feeling like...

"Man, you need to slow down, bro!
God damn, you even got your license?"
"Hey this my first time driving!"
"Oh no!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out!"
"Oh f*ck!"

I know you
I know you suffered the scars
Shuffled the cards, and buddy what're the odds?
It's like I know you
I know it buffered at parts
You pulled apart like a pork at the park
Oh I-
I know you
I know that you been a star
Right from the start, had the heat in your heart
I might know you (Know you)
I know-
I know who you are
I know you better the man that you are

You right
Better level, never settle for money or anything
If she in stilettos her innuendo is everything
Any lil' devil is gonna peddle for wedding rings
Now let the Henny sing, yeah

'Cause I be off the brown
(Pop a bottle)
Bottle like a Nina (Nina)
Big bad wolf blowin' clouds of the reefa'
We gon burn it down-
Down
Get arriba
Fingertip tater tot, flamin' hot cheetah (Hot)

Stovetop cookin' with a marble counter next to me
Wake up in the morning, bake the bunches of the evergreen
Life had give me lemons
Learned to juggle, but I never squeezed
A lil' sumn' Lebanese, the hottest that I ever seen (Yeah)

Sittin' on my right hand
Shawty, I'm driving
I could flip the switch, man
Auto the pilot
I be feelin' like I'm Batman: Arkham Asylum
I could really use a CAT scan
Strung like violin

I'll be poppin' like an aneurism, uh
Devil on my shoulder but I'm dancin' widdem'
I swear if heaven any closer I got grams to give 'em
Y'all got weed up there? (Oh, I'm the plug)
The fam straight? (Sure enough)
I'd go Danny Phantom through them two gold gates
At the top of my lungs yell "jail break"
I ain't seen y'all in a minute
I miss ya for f*ck's sake, shit

(I know you)
I know you suffered the scars
Shuffled the cards, and buddy what're the odds?
Like (I know you)
I know it buffered at parts
You pulled apart like a pork at the park, I-
(I know you)
I know that you been a star
Right from the start, had the heat in your heart, I-
(Know you)
I know-
I know who you are
I know you better the man that you are
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Writer: Carson Murphy
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