Miami Hotboy

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, okay Ayy, okay Yeah, okay Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, okay Yeah, okay [Verse 1] She got a name that I can't pronounce I'm Miami Hotboy, make that [?] bounce How I treat my niggas is a different system How I treat my bitches, they some hand-me-downs Rollin' crazy on that 9-I-5 I got my niggas with me, we was born to die I tell her pass the pot or pass the bottle back I gotta hit the sack and now fuck, I'm high I'm a dirty bastard, smoke grey Livin' that day-by-day, it's okay Bitch, I been up all night, I got that ass in sight And I'm about to dig in that grave Bitch, you look good tonight, let me tell you somethin' Are they fuckin' me? Yeah, it ain't for nothing I'm Miami Hotboy, girl you know it's me So take those panties off, I got a date at three I'm a poster child for all these fuck niggas I ride around my city like the fuck, nigga? Where the party at? Where the Bacardi at? She take a sip that, shit, now she fuckin' niggas I'm a little well known how I beat the beaker It's a science, nigga, you gotta meet the teacher Chemistry or not, I got my dick inside her Look at that ass, thank you Jesus [Interlude] God damn, that's a fat fuckin' ass, mane Ayy, straight the fuck up, y—you ever done porn before? I'm—I'm sorry Alright, alright, alright, I was just— I'm sorry Alright, we cool? (Ayy, ayy) We cool? (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 2] Bounce on my dick, lemme see you hit a split I go fuck around and throw your ass a 20-dollar-tip Look at me, do I look like the type that has some kids? Open up that fuckin' mouth I'ma show you how I finish, bing Back in the party, I'm gettin' too turnt Smokin' a blunt of that indica Earth Brandon look at me like, "Nigga, you good?" I just fell on the bitch but I vomited first Start the car nigga, we gotta disperse In the purse of that bitch I fucked, pounded that Perc Hold my card, nigga, we 'bouta be rich It's Miami Hotboy sayin' here, Merry Christmas So we went back to smokin', tokin', rollin' Miami Hotboy, man, I am the chosen one The son of myself, I created the god So I look like a man but, yeah, I am the boss Take it back to the days rappin' for nothin' The fun of it, really, killin' all discussion But now I'm the king and I feel like the ruler So when you see me you gon' think that I'm cooler Walk up to yo' bitch and ask if she knew him (No babe!) Yes, you do, don't act stupid "Look, Fukkit that nigga, you know it, I know it" "So stop actin' petty, you jerked him or blew him?" That's how it is, then I promise you, nigga Gimme two more years, doubt me? I'll prove it Hush it, I rep it up, talkin' or groovin' to duke it, my nigga Miami, we movin' [Interlude] Dope, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy, yeah, yeah) Right now, man, I'm Miami Hotboy (Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, hah) I'm Miami Hotboy (Ayy, okay, ayy, okay) I'm Miami Hotboy (Ayy, okay, ayy, okay) (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, bing, bing, bing, bing, okay) Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay [Chorus] It's Miami Hotboy (Okay) Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay) Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay, okay) Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay) It's Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay, yeah) Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay, ayy) Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay, ayy) Miami Hotboy (Ayy, ayy, ayy) It's Miami Hotboy (O-o-o-o-okay, okay) [Outro] Nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, yo Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah Ayy, man Yeah