Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Miami Nights , by - Wale. Release date: 27.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Miami Nights |
| The streets is cold and the beaches is warm |
| The bitches is everything in between |
| Who would believe this rap shit would have me well off |
| Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for |
| Yeah, can’t wait 'til the wheels down |
| And I’m amazed you clown niggas is still around |
| Smoking haze all over town like it’s allowed |
| I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud |
| Catchin' Heat, floor seats and we all fresh |
| From court seats to court seats is progress, of course |
| Tell them other niggas «man up» |
| Tell LeBron drop fifty unless he playin' us |
| KOD a couple fifties like a precinct |
| Straight cognac got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit |
| Chef Creole, two-seater |
| And my watch lookin' like it’s all 3PO |
| 2 V’s in the street, blowing trees with hoes |
| And more weed for me, shout out to Meek P. O |
| Miami nights, it was all a dream |
| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD |
| Little more weed, first class seats |
| First class hoes, we on South Beach |
| Miami nights, it was all a dream |
| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD |
| Drinks out, c’mon |
| Drinks out, c’mon |
| Drinks out, c’mon |
| We at Mansion, but no cape on |
| And that ass looking right, what you pay for it |
| Look, I know you not gay or nothing |
| But we should find another girl with a tapeworm |
| I’m in a rental on Collins |
| Me and my compadres, burning up Barneys |
| With a model and some limited BVLGARI |
| My name hold weight and you don’t really keep the bar raised |
| Where dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids |
| Is not far from white girls with big bread |
| And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking |
| But right there, they still scheming, they not eating |
| Knowing they needy as a bitch, they don’t need a reason |
| And when you up in Wet Willies, you ain’t even thinking |
| Miami nights, it was all a dream |
| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD |
| Little more weed, first class seats |
| First class hoes, we on South Beach |
| Miami nights, it was all a dream |
| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD |
| Drinks out, c’mon |
| Drinks out, c’mon |
| Drinks out, c’mon |
| Ok, black Panamera, dash on a million |
| It ain’t nothin' better than a passionate woman |
| She graduated top of the class |
| Carol City or was it the west |
| Hold up I dont remember really, hold up |
| Two whips, six tattoos, no kids |
| And I heard you come alive, when you go to LIV |
| I ain’t trying to be ignorant |
| But I’m leaving town in a little bit |
| Miami nights, ain’t another one |
| Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun |
| Paradise, get away |
| Thinkin' why it’s not South Beach everyday |
| We got the jet waitin' on us at the airport homie |
| We got money to go get baby |
| Let’s get it |
| Miami nights, it was all a dream |
| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD |
| Little more weed, first class seats |
| First class hoes, we on South Beach |
| Miami nights, it was all a dream |
| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD |
| Drinks out, c’mon |
| Drinks out, c’mon |
| Drinks out, c’mon |
| Miami nights, it was all a dream |
| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD |
| Little more weed, first class seats |
| First class hoes, we on South Beach |
| Miami nights, it was all a dream |
| If I can get my money right, I’m about to OD |
| Drinks out, c’mon |
| Drinks out, c’mon |
| Drinks out, c’mon |