Youngin spinning block that shit be like everyday
I'ma put a bomb by yo bed yeah where you lay
Call of duty weapon gotta a kuda and im finna spray
And this chop came wit a whole damn cooler bitch you better pray
Why the f*ck he bawling up his fists tryna save the day
These f*ck niggas never been on shit and it's clear as day
I been running this shit all the way up got my own way
Young nigga tryna copy my whole swag get some damn pape
It's a theif in the night rock all black he gon shoot it
They took my car now I gotta send some shots out the damn uber
Niggas be lame niggas be loser
Hit em with the bomb f*ck it ima nuke em
I'ma charge up hit em hadouken
Stay up on yo side why the f*ck you choosing
Brodie stay up with that glick on his side cause it's detrimental
Told that boy lose his pride and on god it's just that simple
I go far run this shit up temple
That f*ck nigga get popped like pimple
Pray to god yeah we still winning
Pray to god but I'm still sinning
Money stand tall chain look like bol bol
Diamonds rainbow bitch no homo
Shoot like rambo got no ammo
Military stick I'm dressed in camo
Serve that base like G.I Jane
Pop me a perc then I'm going insane
He done ran off on his mans he lame
Counting my chicken up raising canes
Smoking on gas bitch propane
Big body Benz pull up in a tank
He in the deep in but he sank
Sipping that syrup bitch where my drank
Double it up bitch where my cup
3 leaf clover ran outta luck
Swinging sticks like hockey puck
Take her out to dinner now she in love
Strapped up taliban
Left the earth I popped a xan
Took ya bitch and I ain't playing
And i thought he was a family man
Double up my cup I ain't talking bout no Stanley man
Heard he tryna get some money nigga what the f*ck is yo plan
Me and my twin just robbed a bank
Geek to hard lil bitch I faint
Need my bread like Franklin Saint
I count bands bitch like I'm *NSYNC
Lose my mind I might go insane
Is these Percs really gon cure the pain
Like really what am I gon gain
F*ck it ima make it go away
Think I really hit my peak this my golden age
I'ma rock out a show gimme a mic then I hit the stage
Got a bad bitch yeah like Mike said back in the day
Heard he wanna get some bread come over here and I'll pave the way
Send my shot just because
Sip some drank got the buzz
Who is he not my blood
All my bills blue but I'm not ya cuz
Heard that boy in second place yeah he the runner up
And lil bitch this all talent I don't need no damn luck
I ain't never lost I ain't never losing that's on me
Feel like vice city sending shots ducking from the police
Can't get caught wit that boy cause he copping a plea
You ain't smoking that gas you ain't copping from me
Man these niggas so ass why the f*ck they so weak
He stand tall on his toes so I shot em in the knee
I got gold on my neck on my toes on my teeth
Got a bad bitch on my side and that's all I need
YooDion - MIAMI 1985 Lyrics
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Youngin spinning block that shit be like everyday
I'ma put a bomb by yo bed yeah where you lay
Call of duty weapon gotta a kuda and im finna spray
And this chop came wit a whole damn cooler bitch you better pray
Why the f*ck he bawling up his fists tryna save the day
These f*ck niggas never been on shit and it's clear as day
I been running this shit all the way up got my own way
Young nigga tryna copy my whole swag get some damn pape
It's a theif in the night rock all black he gon shoot it
They took my car now I gotta send some shots out the damn uber
Niggas be lame niggas be loser
Hit em with the bomb f*ck it ima nuke em
I'ma charge up hit em hadouken
Stay up on yo side why the f*ck you choosing
Brodie stay up with that glick on his side cause it's detrimental
Told that boy lose his pride and on god it's just that simple
I go far run this shit up temple
That f*ck nigga get popped like pimple
Pray to god yeah we still winning
Pray to god but I'm still sinning
Money stand tall chain look like bol bol
Diamonds rainbow bitch no homo
Shoot like rambo got no ammo
Military stick I'm dressed in camo
Serve that base like G.I Jane
Pop me a perc then I'm going insane
He done ran off on his mans he lame
Counting my chicken up raising canes
Smoking on gas bitch propane
Big body Benz pull up in a tank
He in the deep in but he sank
Sipping that syrup bitch where my drank
Double it up bitch where my cup
3 leaf clover ran outta luck
Swinging sticks like hockey puck
Take her out to dinner now she in love
Strapped up taliban
Left the earth I popped a xan
Took ya bitch and I ain't playing
And i thought he was a family man
Double up my cup I ain't talking bout no Stanley man
Heard he tryna get some money nigga what the f*ck is yo plan
Me and my twin just robbed a bank
Geek to hard lil bitch I faint
Need my bread like Franklin Saint
I count bands bitch like I'm *NSYNC
Lose my mind I might go insane
Is these Percs really gon cure the pain
Like really what am I gon gain
F*ck it ima make it go away
Think I really hit my peak this my golden age
I'ma rock out a show gimme a mic then I hit the stage
Got a bad bitch yeah like Mike said back in the day
Heard he wanna get some bread come over here and I'll pave the way
Send my shot just because
Sip some drank got the buzz
Who is he not my blood
All my bills blue but I'm not ya cuz
Heard that boy in second place yeah he the runner up
And lil bitch this all talent I don't need no damn luck
I ain't never lost I ain't never losing that's on me
Feel like vice city sending shots ducking from the police
Can't get caught wit that boy cause he copping a plea
You ain't smoking that gas you ain't copping from me
Man these niggas so ass why the f*ck they so weak
He stand tall on his toes so I shot em in the knee
I got gold on my neck on my toes on my teeth
Got a bad bitch on my side and that's all I need
I'ma put a bomb by yo bed yeah where you lay
Call of duty weapon gotta a kuda and im finna spray
And this chop came wit a whole damn cooler bitch you better pray
Why the f*ck he bawling up his fists tryna save the day
These f*ck niggas never been on shit and it's clear as day
I been running this shit all the way up got my own way
Young nigga tryna copy my whole swag get some damn pape
It's a theif in the night rock all black he gon shoot it
They took my car now I gotta send some shots out the damn uber
Niggas be lame niggas be loser
Hit em with the bomb f*ck it ima nuke em
I'ma charge up hit em hadouken
Stay up on yo side why the f*ck you choosing
Brodie stay up with that glick on his side cause it's detrimental
Told that boy lose his pride and on god it's just that simple
I go far run this shit up temple
That f*ck nigga get popped like pimple
Pray to god yeah we still winning
Pray to god but I'm still sinning
Money stand tall chain look like bol bol
Diamonds rainbow bitch no homo
Shoot like rambo got no ammo
Military stick I'm dressed in camo
Serve that base like G.I Jane
Pop me a perc then I'm going insane
He done ran off on his mans he lame
Counting my chicken up raising canes
Smoking on gas bitch propane
Big body Benz pull up in a tank
He in the deep in but he sank
Sipping that syrup bitch where my drank
Double it up bitch where my cup
3 leaf clover ran outta luck
Swinging sticks like hockey puck
Take her out to dinner now she in love
Strapped up taliban
Left the earth I popped a xan
Took ya bitch and I ain't playing
And i thought he was a family man
Double up my cup I ain't talking bout no Stanley man
Heard he tryna get some money nigga what the f*ck is yo plan
Me and my twin just robbed a bank
Geek to hard lil bitch I faint
Need my bread like Franklin Saint
I count bands bitch like I'm *NSYNC
Lose my mind I might go insane
Is these Percs really gon cure the pain
Like really what am I gon gain
F*ck it ima make it go away
Think I really hit my peak this my golden age
I'ma rock out a show gimme a mic then I hit the stage
Got a bad bitch yeah like Mike said back in the day
Heard he wanna get some bread come over here and I'll pave the way
Send my shot just because
Sip some drank got the buzz
Who is he not my blood
All my bills blue but I'm not ya cuz
Heard that boy in second place yeah he the runner up
And lil bitch this all talent I don't need no damn luck
I ain't never lost I ain't never losing that's on me
Feel like vice city sending shots ducking from the police
Can't get caught wit that boy cause he copping a plea
You ain't smoking that gas you ain't copping from me
Man these niggas so ass why the f*ck they so weak
He stand tall on his toes so I shot em in the knee
I got gold on my neck on my toes on my teeth
Got a bad bitch on my side and that's all I need
Writer: Dion Davis
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