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nuk & glockboyz teejaee - miami lyrics

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
ayy
(bangthatsh+t)
n+gga

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
man, money be the root of all evil, man, i ain’t lyin’ to you
granny asked me why i be ridin’ with them guns, i feel like lyin’ to her
man, [?] jumper do his thing out in la just like lebron, n+gga
p+ssy good, neck better, sh+t, i be flyin’ to her
man, big truck, double r sittin’ on the front
in miami rollin’ ‘woods of exotic, i’m with chuck
man, brodie ridin’ lamborghini, top down, there go nuk
we grabbed some liquor for the hoes, grab some pills and go up
you gotta play it right
and she like, “they be callin’ you wack jumper, that meanin’ you a player, right?”
been tellin’ me how she so mean, i think she really nice
man, i be f+ckin’ up with hoes, sh+t, i can’t get it right
but i know how to make some pros off a roll like a pair of dice

[verse 2: nuk]
like a gun club, you know we gon’ travel with our heat
i be tellin’ hoes to meet me in miami like jacquees
from a thousand miles away, said to my opps that they some dead men
when you can’t find an instagram model, we got her legs spread
told teejaee, “we like the hot boys in like ’99”
been runnin’ sh+t since ’95
me and glock be on the same thing, we make it rain just like a cloudy sky
leave a couple thousand in off+white and still be feelin’ like it’s not a lot
even when brodie be playin’, i know he for real
teejaee be thinkin’ like l!ck him, i’m thinkin’ like drill
i’m keepin’ my glockboy with juando ’cause we know bullets k!ll
we ain’t just hoppin’ out of whips, boy, you gotta know we sk!lled
[verse 3: glockboyz teejaee]
they say all dogs go to heaven, well, this a h+llcat
man, she look good as h+ll, but all my n+ggas f+cked her, she a ho [?]
hundred deep, a hundred guns, man, we don’t protest
if we outside wavin’ signs, we got our hands in the air like we under arrest
n+gga, man, you gon’ f+ck up a couple times, that’s how you get it right
man, [?] deep, i might still in live tonight after i leave the mic’
man, instagram hoes, we turned ’em into clean dyk+s
we got hoes f+ckin’ hoes that they ain’t seen in they life
the hood probably think i’m famous
sh+t, before i went to cali, i ate bae bae with the draco like hurricane n+ggas
kept it real, before all this rappin’ sh+t, i been made a hit
we stopped robbin’ n+ggas, k!ll him once the l!ck
get you a b+tch, you ain’t scared to get a trick
right now i got the ar on me, i don’t ride with no lil’ bl!ck
i need a lot of rounds
the p+ssy good, sh+t, i might fly her with me out of town
sh+t, i’m with ant, you know he play above the rim just like miles

[verse 4: nuk]
call me a dog, that’s what they all say, ’cause i play in they mouth
tellin’ hoes that i don’t ball play ’cause i play on the hound
we really sideline n+ggas, send ’em to the pound
i would say that y’all all say, but that’d be me lyin’
since i got that white, boy, i shoot like chris muller now
know it’s double r if i tell brodie bring that bulon out
i always pick a spot where comments ain’t allowed
we really pop sh+t, boy, we don’t go off word of mouth
still can serve you in a drought
i be in miami, still got birdies in the house
i’m too smooth, i get off the trans, and went and stopped
pistol whip him, so i’m thinkin’ beat him with the stock
they wanna know if brodie really with the scamin’ or he glock
hate it when the opps turn to fans on me
hate it worse when i’m on that and they get scram on me
remember stackin’ rubber band money ’til it pile up
now i’m in the whip with so much money, i can’t tie it up

- nuk glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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