Songtexte G.D.F.R. - Mr. Miami

I know what you came here to see
If you a freak, then you can call on me
And I know what you came here to do
Now bust it open, let me see you get loose
It's going down for real

Yo girl just kissed a girl, I do bi
She shake for a sheik, I'm throwing these Emirates in the sky
Spinning this As-salamu alaykum, paste the M-O-N-E-Y
I love my beaches, south beaches, surfboard and high tide
I could just roll up, cause I'm swole up
So that birthday cake get a cobra
Bugatti for real, I'm cold bruh
The Art of Fubuki V-Rover
Got a key to my city, it's over
There's no thoughts on the Anna Kournikova
I got rackets, ratchets, hold up
I said ratchet, ratchets, hold up

It's going down for the them fiends
This girl get wetter than Katrina
Yeah my girl, you never seen her
Cause my tits like limousine-a
My my touch, yeah it's the Midas
With a plus, yeah man I'm minus
My team blowing on that slam
Make you cough up that's bronchitis
Put your hands up, uh
It's a stick up, no more make up
Get that ass on the floor, ladies put your lipstick up
Double entendre, double entendre
While you hating, I get money
Then I double up tonka