Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miami, artist - Nicki Minaj.
Date of issue: 09.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Miami |
Just the other day I was out in Miami |
Got the low-low on them percs |
Low-low on them xannies |
Nigga’s know my bitches petty |
I ain’t talking mani’s |
Pull up with a lot of bodies |
Don’t forget the Addies |
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty chatty |
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty |
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy |
I’m the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty |
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin' |
I think that he popped a molly 'cause look how he sweatin' |
I’mma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in |
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen |
It’s the biggest |
A bitch ain’t cough one time |
It’s the sickest |
I don’t ever clique up |
But they know who the clique is |
Fast little bitches, but of course I’m the quickest |
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki |
Who ya pick is? |
Just the other day I was out in Miami |
Got the low-low on them percs |
Low-low on them xannies |
Nigga’s know my bitches petty |
I ain’t talking mani’s |
Pull up with a lot of bodies |
Don’t forget the Addies |
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty chatty |
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty |
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy |
I’m the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty |
Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi |
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati |
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody |
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I’m very sorry |
You could call me Barbie, 'cause I look just like a dolly |
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle |
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale |
I’m a busy bitch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly |
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the Queen’s like it’s Hollis |
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin' it |
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it |
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it |
(It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it) |
Just the other day I was out in Miami |
Got the low-low on them percs |
Low-low on them xannies |
Nigga’s know my bitches petty |
I ain’t talking mani’s |
Pull up with a lot of bodies |
Don’t forget the Addies |
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty chatty |
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty |
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy |
I’m the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty |