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Will Smith - Miami lyrics
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Miami, uh, uh Southbeach, bringin the heat, uh Haha, can y'all feel that Can y'all feel that Jig it out, uh Here I am in the place where I come let go Miami the base and the sunset glow Everyday like a mardi gras, everybody party all day No work all play, okay So we sip a little something, lay to rest the spill Me an Charlie at the bar runnin up a high bill Nothin less than ill, when we dress to kill Everytime the ladies pass, they be like (Hi Will) Can y'all feel me, all ages and races Real sweet faces Every different nation, Spanish, Hatian, Indian, Jamaican Black, White, Cuban, and Asian I only came for two days of playing But everytime I come I always wind up stayin This the type of town I could spend a few days in Miami the city that keeps the roof blazin Chorus: Party in the city where the heat is on All night, on the beach till the break of dawn Welcome to Miami Buenvenidos a Miami Bouncin in the club where the heat is on All night, on the beach till the break of dawn I'm goin to Miami Welcome to Miami Verse 2: Yo I heard the rainstorms ain't nothin to mess with But I can't feel a drip on the strip, it's a trip Ladies half-dressed, fully equipped And they be screamin out, (Will we loved your last hit) So I'm thinkin I'ma scoot me somethin hot In this south-sea merengue melting pot Hottest club in the city, and it's right on the beach Temperature get to ya, it's about to reach Five-hundred degrees In the carribean seas, with the hot mommies Screamin (Aii poppy) Everytime I come to town, they be spottin me In the drop Bentley, ain't no stoppin me So, cash in your door We flow to this fashion show Pound for pound anywhere you go Yo, ain't no city in the world like this An if you ask how I know I gots ta feed the film Chorus Verse 3: Don't get me wrong, Shytown got it goin on An New York is the city that we know don't sleep An we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy But on the sneak, Miami bringin heat for real Y'all don't understand I never seen so many Dominican women with cinnimon tans Mierda, this is the plan Take a walk on the beach, draw a heart in the sand Gimmie your hand Damn, you look sexy Let's go to my yacht, in the West Keys Ride my jetskis, loungin in the palm trees Cause you gotta have cheese for the summerhouse piece on southbeach Water so clear, you can see to the bottom Hundred-thousand dollar cars, e'ybody got em Ain't no surprise in the club to see Sly, Stallone Miami, my second home Chorus to fade |
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