Текст песни 11:35 In Miami - YN Jay

Ayy (J, this shit too crazy)
Man, what the fuck?
All these yachts, man, this— yeah
All these palm trees, man, this Miami shit, man
This shit lovely, man

It's 11:35 in Miami
Bitch wanna win an Oscar, have a Grammy
Pop a molly, mmm, taste like cand— damn
Got a hundred thousand dollars in my fanny pack, alright
The fanny pack? Alright
I'm the real Coochie Man, hit your granny
Thick bitch got on leggings with no panties
Your bitch strong as hell, sh— ah
Your bitch strong as hell, sh— damn
Your bitch strong as hell, she look manly
She just wanna take a picture, get a cami'
Bitch bustin' down, molly lookin' like Sandy
Hit a bitch underwater, look like Sandy
I just met a bad bitch from Miami
I just met a bad bitch from Miami
I just met a bad bitch from Miami
I just met a bad bitch from Miami
I just met a bad bitch from Miami
It's 11:36 in Miami
A minute just went past, got me thinkin' 'bout my family
Fuck, I wish I should've s— damn
Fuck, I wish I could've seen this shit with my granny
Did I still make it if I never win a Grammy?
If I ain't in Cali', then I'm probably in Miami
I've been in the streets since I was young, you can't hand me
I've been bustin' juggs since I was young, you can't scam me
Always thinkin' 'bout another fuck, I got a plan B
Hit a bitch, forgot— damn
Hit a bitch, forgot I nutted in her, she need plan B
With the Grim Reaper servin' Billy, he need Mandy