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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah |
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Miami, uh, uh |
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Southbeach, bringin the heat, uh |
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Haha, can y'all feel that |
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Can y'all feel that |
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Jig it out, uh |
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Here I am in the place where I come let go |
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Miami the base and the sunset glow |
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Everyday like a mardi gras, everybody party all day |
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No work all play, okay |
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So we sip a little something, lay to rest the spill |
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Me an Charlie at the bar runnin up a high bill |
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Nothin less than ill, when we dress to kill |
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Everytime the ladies pass, they be like (Hi Will) |
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Can y'all feel me, all ages and races |
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Real sweet faces |
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Every different nation, Spanish, Hatian, Indian, Jamaican |
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Black, White, Cuban, and Asian |
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I only came for two days of playing |
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But everytime I come I always wind up stayin |
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This the type of town I could spend a few days in |
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Miami the city that keeps the roof blazin |
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Party in the city where the heat is on |
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All night, on the beach till the break of dawn |
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Welcome to Miami |
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Buenvenidos a Miami |
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Bouncin in the club where the heat is on |
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All night, on the beach till the break of dawn |
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I'm goin to Miami |
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Welcome to Miami |
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Yo I heard the rainstorms ain't nothin to mess with |
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But I can't feel a drip on the strip, it's a trip |
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Ladies half-dressed, fully equipped |
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And they be screamin out, (Will we loved your last hit) |
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So I'm thinkin I'ma scoot me somethin hot |
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In this south-sea merengue melting pot |
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Hottest club in the city, and it's right on the beach |
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Temperature get to ya, it's about to reach |
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Five-hundred degrees |
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In the carribean seas, with the hot mommies |
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Screamin (Aii poppy) |
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Everytime I come to town, they be spottin me |
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In the drop Bentley, ain't no stoppin me |
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So, cash in your door |
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We flow to this fashion show |
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Pound for pound anywhere you go |
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Yo, ain't no city in the world like this |
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An if you ask how I know I gots ta feed the film |
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Don't get me wrong, Shytown got it goin on |
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An New York is the city that we know don't sleep |
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An we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy |
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But on the sneak, Miami bringin heat for real |
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Y'all don't understand |
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I never seen so many Dominican women with cinnimon tans |
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Mierda, this is the plan |
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Take a walk on the beach, draw a heart in the sand |
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Gimmie your hand |
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Damn, you look sexy |
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Let's go to my yacht, in the West Keys |
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Ride my jetskis, loungin in the palm trees |
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Cause you gotta have cheese for the summerhouse piece on southbeach |
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Water so clear, you can see to the bottom |
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Hundred-thousand dollar cars, e'ybody got em |
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Ain't no surprise in the club to see Sly, Stallone |
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Miami, my second home |
