| Yeah, uh
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| From nothin' to somethin'
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| Yo, Tory
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| That boy Cassius
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| Lotta money talk, it’s hard to understand me (Understand me)
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| Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (To Miami)
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| I done hit 100 licks in the Camry
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| Tryna make these pussy niggas understand me (Understand me)
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| Lotta money talk, it’s hard to understand me (Understand me)
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| Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (To Miami)
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| I done made a lot of moves in the Camry
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| You know gangstas don’t die, they get chubby and they move to
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| Miami, Miami, Miami
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| Yeah, I done came up from nothin' (Yeah)
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| Somethin' made off of nothin' (Yeah)
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| Couple rings I was hustlin'
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| Through the rain and the storm (Yeah)
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| Through the hunger and the jungle
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| I’ma slide on a nigga
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| A hundred grand on a nigga
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| I never ran from a nigga
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| I may have hit a couple Zoes
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| I may have hit a couple credit card fraud scams on a nigga
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| But I land on a nigga
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| There wasn’t a chance for niggas (No)
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| I bought in the bands for niggas, yeah
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| In the court, I been missin' court, yeah (Court, yeah)
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| Got a warrant so I put that shit in sport, yeah (Sport, yeah)
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| I lost so many of my niggas on the off-street (Off-street)
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| I can’t believe some of my niggas double-crossed me
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| Shit is hard and I’m broken, but I cope
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| I fit a 35 in the backwood when I smoke
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| And niggas askin' why I smoke so many blunts, huh?
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| Because these backwoods and these blunts are full of numb, huh
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| And all this Actavis and drank, it make me numb, huh
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| The only time I feel at peace is when I’m dumb high
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| I keep the flashy Jesus pieces when I stunt now
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| I keep a quarter-million pieces when I stunt now
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| Them dumb ass teachers and police said I’d be nothin', huh?
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| I ducked the Priest and chased my dreams and now his son’s hot
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| That Wraith ain’t rented, when I pull up man it’s sun hot
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| I’m movin' geetchie with bitches, they be out buggin' now
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| Talkin' with opinions, all they got is opinions
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| I’m back and forth in millions, all y’all pussy niggas my minions
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| I spend days in Givenchy, Mama told me I would get it
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| I kept a .30 on me long and it had the extension
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| These niggas did me dirty, no I can’t speak on friendship
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| I can’t speak on this tension, spent most the year suspended
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| Bitch, I came from the bottom, finna head to the tippy
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| One thing a nigga noticed, I gotta get it, that’s why it’s a
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| Lotta money talk, it’s hard to understand me (Understand me)
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| Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (To Miami)
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| I done hit 100 licks in the Camry
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| Tryna make these pussy niggas understand me (Understand me)
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| Lotta money talk, it’s hard to understand me (Understand me)
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| Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (To Miami)
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| I done made a lot of moves in the Cam'
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| You know gangstas don’t die, they get chubby and they move to
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| Miami, Miami, Miami
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| Oh, I done made myself a livin'
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| I been dodgin' the sentence
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| I asked God for forgiveness
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| Then I put rose gold on the tennis
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| I told 'em put a hold on the hearing
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| It’s a 58 on the engine
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| Feel like I’m in a race for these millions
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| Put it in the safe for the business
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| Walk with a hundred K in the denim
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| I know why he got hate in his feelings
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| These niggas want the wave I invented
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| I’m gonna cop a Wraith and a Bentley
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| Dolce and Gabana, Gunna drippin'
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| Plus I’m getting this money independent
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| Top off in the summer 'cause we winnin'
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| Windows up and we breezy
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| VVS from Eliantte and my pearls came from CC
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| Bal Harbour shopping spree anytime I’m in Miami
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| Hope to see my people face when I make it to the Grammys
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| Park the Yacht next to the dock and we hoppin' on a Jetski
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| Bought the racks for my Rollie watch, see me shinin' from the nosebleeds
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| Pour the syrup in my soda pop, I hope I never OD
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| They steal the drip when my pictures drop, they lookin' like the old me
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| And I bought a jacket, M.I.A, I’m with my dog
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| I painted a picture, you can frame it on a wall, yeah
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| I made her my bitch and painted the insides of her walls, yeah
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| Got a bank account and fill it with M’s so we can ball
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| Lotta money talk, it’s hard to understand me (Understand me)
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| Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (To Miami)
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| I done hit 100 licks in the Camry
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| Tryna make these pussy niggas understand me (Understand me)
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| Lotta money talk, it’s hard to understand me (Understand me)
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| Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (To Miami)
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| I done made a lot of moves in the Cam'
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| You know gangstas don’t die, they get chubby and they move to Miami |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MiAMi, artist - Tory Lanez. Album song LoVE me NOw, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп