Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 9pm in Miami, artist - Cash Kidd. Date of issue: 26.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
9pm in Miami |
| Aye |
| Walk in the store, yo bitch star struck |
| Bitch since you all on my dick, punch this card up |
| Bitch I’m charged up |
| Use to ride the smart bus |
| Now I’m with yo bitch, in a foreign |
| Know yo heart crushed |
| Yeah |
| Leave my kids everywhere, like Toys R' Us |
| Chain freezing |
| Got a nigga coughing, like Starbucks |
| Strapped |
| I ain’t asking questions when I raise this arm up |
| If I miss, I’m coming back around like karma |
| Twin Glock, Tia and Tamara |
| Oops I mean Tamera |
| These bitches so hilarious |
| All on my balls, tryna cuff |
| This bitch carrying |
| Tryna help my niggas get away like I’m Harriet |
| Yeah, Aye |
| These no names playing hoe games |
| Gone make me up the .44 like I’m Rocaine |
| Bitch aye I know you can’t afford it |
| New bitch a trophy, I treat her so important |
| Really I’m the plug, baby know it ain’t no shortage |
| Laying next to that big bitch like I’m Norbit |
| Big ass knife on the chop, look like a swordfish |
| .223 going straight through you, ain’t no chorus |
| Aye about face |
| I just did a turnaround two times |
| Aye I feel like Jay Crowder with these 2 9s |
| Knock yo shit half off like a coupon |
| Dawg don’t get yo brain blast like Jimmy Nuetron |
| Balenciaga shoe size a 10, you can’t walk a mile |
| Y’all see the kid coming up like a ultrasound |
| Till we found you |
| We go house to house like a foster child |
| Dropping this and that |
| Damn I might need to go to lost and found |
| Hope y’all niggas keeping up, since y’all talking down |
| Like I’m blind |
| I keep a stick and my dawgs around |
| Ready for whatever |
| I know my family waiting |
| But I’m cautious, cause some niggas I thought was spying was hating |
| Aye |
| My bitch annoyed |
| She said «Why these niggas sleeping on you» |
| But yet they still imitating |
| These niggas flow so weak, they gone fall in the basement |
| Just made up bitch stand in the corner, she so irritating |
| Aye |
| You know Kidd keep that heat, not no bake oven |
| Nigga you can get yo ass shot like Kanye woman |
| Chopstick a fly yo dirty ass like it pay dozens |
| 3 bands on right now, come try to take something |
| Aye I heard you be cashing hoes out and still ain’t fucking |
| We use code words |
| When I text her, she be like «Hey cousin» |
| When you ain’t around |
| She eat dick, make her pay for it |
| At the Pistions game, buffed up like Andre Drummond |
| At the Pistions game, courtesy don’t do great punches |