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Finesse2tymes - Miami with the Heat Lyrics



Finesse2tymes - Miami with the Heat Lyrics
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[ Featuring Kodak Black, Luh Tyler ]

Uh
Tied, they dead flies everywhere, you heard me?
Tag-team me
Finesse, two of 'em (X.O. think he all that)

Ayy, I'm in Houston with the rocket (rocket)
Hundred K to the plug, forty-five thousand in profit (that's profit)
Say I can't go back to Memphis? Tell them niggas I said stop it (stop it)
Double-R, I'm in South Memphis, a quarter mil' in my pocket, ain't gon' f*ck with me
Ayy, I ain't lookin' for no problems, I ain't duckin' shit either (I ain't duckin' shit either)
Cut my baby mama off, but it was cheaper to keep her (but it was cheaper to keep her)
Left Atlanta, went to Memphis just to f*ck on Felicia (bye)
Made her stop and walk her home, R.I.P. to Juanita (R.I.P.)
I got millions on my mind (big bags), thirty in my clip (big clip)
I'm on some bangin' shit plus I been runnin' with some Crips (Cuz)
I'm a 'Wood smokin' (smokin'), hundred-thou', I'm totin' (Big one)
Realest rapper in my city that's really out in the open, man (uh)

I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass nigga, but ain't nothin' sweet
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass nigga, but ain't nothin' sweet

I'm in the cut fifty deep
Take over niggas' cities, send 'em a cease and desist
Set a trap up in your hood and bring them killers to me
Make sure the young niggas eat, then I'll have 'em spinnin' for me
Yeah, this shit really easy, I'll solve a nigga with my same watch, I swapped out the meeting
Lil' bitch steady throwin' my vibe off, ain't matchin' my frequency
Around my way, I'm really the top dog, but they ain't wanna believe this shit
I'm on the ugly corner right now, but nothin' 'bout me hideous
The same day I bought an SRT and a traphouse, just recently
I'm sorry, baby, I f*cked her mouth, but that don't count, that was previous
My youngin runnin' guns, takin' trips to Savannah
Lil' Marco get the bond, he shot the nigga on camera
Throw it back, I make it rain, dear, call me Santa
Four bodies in the same year, fresh out the slammer
All these niggas screamin' gang shit, we do a lil' better
Everybody with me on the same tip, gon' pop off wherever

I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass nigga, but ain't nothin' sweet
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass nigga, but ain't nothin' sweet (skii)

'Fore I get on the stage (stage), I need me a dub please (yeah)
She f*ckin' 'cause I'm paid, you know how them sluts be (ugh)
They slidin' for the Skii, my niggas gon' come deep (skrrt)
I ain't the type to beef, I'm spendin' that f*ck cheese (on God)
Way richer than my haters, they can't even compete
I keep a couple on my roster (damn), I can't just have one freak
All these niggas see a dollar (what?), they don't really love me
He hatin' on Luh Tyler 'cause he wish that he was me
When I was down, they wasn't 'round to lift me up (yeah)
But now I'm rich, know they mad because I ran it up (yeah)
I'm turnt up in the club, nigga, I'm lit as f*ck (lit as f*ck)
They said they did, but whole time, they didn't love me (didn't love me)

I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass nigga, but ain't nothin' sweet
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass nigga, but ain't nothin' sweet
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Uh
Tied, they dead flies everywhere, you heard me?
Tag-team me
Finesse, two of 'em (X.O. think he all that)

Ayy, I'm in Houston with the rocket (rocket)
Hundred K to the plug, forty-five thousand in profit (that's profit)
Say I can't go back to Memphis? Tell them niggas I said stop it (stop it)
Double-R, I'm in South Memphis, a quarter mil' in my pocket, ain't gon' f*ck with me
Ayy, I ain't lookin' for no problems, I ain't duckin' shit either (I ain't duckin' shit either)
Cut my baby mama off, but it was cheaper to keep her (but it was cheaper to keep her)
Left Atlanta, went to Memphis just to f*ck on Felicia (bye)
Made her stop and walk her home, R.I.P. to Juanita (R.I.P.)
I got millions on my mind (big bags), thirty in my clip (big clip)
I'm on some bangin' shit plus I been runnin' with some Crips (Cuz)
I'm a 'Wood smokin' (smokin'), hundred-thou', I'm totin' (Big one)
Realest rapper in my city that's really out in the open, man (uh)

I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass nigga, but ain't nothin' sweet
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass nigga, but ain't nothin' sweet

I'm in the cut fifty deep
Take over niggas' cities, send 'em a cease and desist
Set a trap up in your hood and bring them killers to me
Make sure the young niggas eat, then I'll have 'em spinnin' for me
Yeah, this shit really easy, I'll solve a nigga with my same watch, I swapped out the meeting
Lil' bitch steady throwin' my vibe off, ain't matchin' my frequency
Around my way, I'm really the top dog, but they ain't wanna believe this shit
I'm on the ugly corner right now, but nothin' 'bout me hideous
The same day I bought an SRT and a traphouse, just recently
I'm sorry, baby, I f*cked her mouth, but that don't count, that was previous
My youngin runnin' guns, takin' trips to Savannah
Lil' Marco get the bond, he shot the nigga on camera
Throw it back, I make it rain, dear, call me Santa
Four bodies in the same year, fresh out the slammer
All these niggas screamin' gang shit, we do a lil' better
Everybody with me on the same tip, gon' pop off wherever

I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass nigga, but ain't nothin' sweet
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass nigga, but ain't nothin' sweet (skii)

'Fore I get on the stage (stage), I need me a dub please (yeah)
She f*ckin' 'cause I'm paid, you know how them sluts be (ugh)
They slidin' for the Skii, my niggas gon' come deep (skrrt)
I ain't the type to beef, I'm spendin' that f*ck cheese (on God)
Way richer than my haters, they can't even compete
I keep a couple on my roster (damn), I can't just have one freak
All these niggas see a dollar (what?), they don't really love me
He hatin' on Luh Tyler 'cause he wish that he was me
When I was down, they wasn't 'round to lift me up (yeah)
But now I'm rich, know they mad because I ran it up (yeah)
I'm turnt up in the club, nigga, I'm lit as f*ck (lit as f*ck)
They said they did, but whole time, they didn't love me (didn't love me)

I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass nigga, but ain't nothin' sweet
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass nigga, but ain't nothin' sweet
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Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Ricky Hampton, Tyler Meeks, Xabian Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




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