Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead in Miami, artist - Foogiano. Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dead in Miami |
| Timing this money, my money abundant |
| I’m in Miami ridin' 'round in a Ghost like I run it |
| Yeah, but you know that I’m strapped, 100K in my lap |
| And I’m on that mud, lickin' so hard that I might cum, my bad |
| Black, inhalin' Off-White, if she bad, I might get her a flight |
| Me and Rucci do it good for a night |
| She climb the dick like she was takin' a hike |
| Then rode the dick like she was ridin' a bike |
| Night longer than Jason, I’m in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians |
| Caught a opp down bad on vacation |
| Thought it was a gangster, turned the nigga shakin' |
| Thought he got away, yeah, flew down to Miami |
| Thought he was safe, he was with his family |
| Yeah, I was on the beach, layin' on the towels, lookin' real rich |
| Yeah, worry 'bout shit, go put that pussy nigga dead on that ditch |
| First, I save his mama, then I send a dollar |
| Then I sent a bitch, she was bad as hell, I told my bitch to call her |
| Gotta watch my moves, I can’t do it sloppy, no |
| Gotta kill that nigga bystander, had too many people watchin' |
| Mmm, well, that nigga got dot, yeah, he was playin' 'bout the bread |
| The only boss man, could’ve sent my youngin, do this shit myself instead |
| Catch him going to the car, I cocked the hollow to the head |
| I see him take it out of park, I’m finna put that boy to bed, that nigga dead |
| Timing this money, my money abundant |
| I’m in Miami ridin' 'round in a Ghost like I run it |
| Yeah, but you know that I’m strapped, 100K in my lap |
| And I’m on that mud, lickin' so hard that I might cum, my bad |
| Black, inhalin' Off-White, if she bad, I might get her a flight |
| Me and Rucci do it good for a night |
| She climb the dick like she was takin' a hike |
| Then rode the dick like she was ridin' a bike |
| Night longer than Jason, I’m in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians |
| Caught a opp down bad on vacation |
| Thought it was a gangster, turned the nigga shakin' |
| Car started to move, I gotta move fast |
| I jump in the back, all the pussy niggas seein' my mask |
| Yeah, then out with the Glock, he scared he ain’t shot |
| Yeah, I told him to drive before I put your pussy ass in a box |
| Then go to the light, he said, «This ain’t right» |
| My mama and daughter, I told 'em I’ll be back before it was night |
| Yeah, he asked, «What do you want?"Askin' 'round, «How he ain’t bring me no |
| cash?» |
| Do whatever you want, I get home and I’ll sell you one stash |
| This shit made me mad, he still tryna play |
| Put the Glock in his face, told the nigga, «Man, you got a date» |
| Yeah, yeah, nigga, you over, you know who it is |
| Know I go for the kill, you with your family, you ain’t poppin' a pill, yeah, |
| that shit for real |
| Timing this money, my money abundant |
| I’m in Miami ridin' 'round in a Ghost like I run it |
| Yeah, but you know that I’m strapped, 100K in my lap |
| And I’m on that mud, lickin' so hard that I might cum, my bad |
| Black, inhalin' Off-White, if she bad, I might get her a flight |
| Me and Rucci do it good for a night |
| She climb the dick like she was takin' a hike |
| Then rode the dick like she was ridin' a bike |
| Night longer than Jason, I’m in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians |
| Caught a opp down bad on vacation |
| Thought it was a gangster, turned the nigga shakin' |
| Damn, dammit, why you ain’t pay? |
| Boy, then your stupid ass gotta pay |
| Killin' 'bout the tears runnin' down your face |
| Boy, you knew the consequences you’ll face |
| Your ass gotta go, ain’t go no sorry feelings for your folk |
| Lackin' with it, then we leave your ass alone |
| Pray to God, tell him that you comin' home |
| Ha, now butch you, all right, tell your grandma, mommy I’ll take your life |
| Quit layin' on your stupid ass every night |
| Knew that I would catch you when the time was right |
| And timing is great, I put a couple hollows on your face |
| Now it look like ketchup splattered on a plate |
| Tote my pistol, walk away and say my grace |
| Then I walk by his family, they don’t know a damn thing that done happened |
| His mama smilin', baby lookin' all happy, girlfriend steady lookin' for the |
| camera |
| He thought it was manly or sweet like some candy |
| Found him slumped on the camera, that’s another body dead in Miami |
| Timing this money, my money abundant |
| I’m in Miami ridin' 'round in a Ghost like I run it |
| Yeah, but you know that I’m strapped, 100K in my lap |
| And I’m on that mud, lickin' so hard that I might cum, my bad |
| Black, inhalin' Off-White, if she bad, I might get her a flight |
| Me and Rucci do it good for a night |
| She climb the dick like she was takin' a hike |
| Then rode the dick like she was ridin' a bike |
| Night longer than Jason, I’m in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians |
| Caught a opp down bad on vacation |
| Thought it was a gangster, turned the nigga shakin' |
| Damn, dammit |