Singer: Morgan Wallen
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Song: Miami
Morgan Wallen - Miami Lyrics (LRC) (03:42-222-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:00.20](Miami) It ain't nothin' like where I'm from, nah
[00:04.70]Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in Miami
[00:08.50]They don't know my name at these bars
[00:11.50]And you can't even see any stars in Miami
[00:15.30]You got me MIA for a couple days now
[00:18.80]But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami)
[00:22.40]Except for gettin' sand in my boots
[00:24.80]Ask yourself, "What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami?"
[00:35.50]Miami
[00:39.00]Yeah, yeah
[00:41.70]Mula
[00:42.30]Now it get cold in New Orleans, but temporary
[00:45.30]And she know that I'm colder than Refrigerator Perry
[00:48.70]And she don't wanna go to New Orleans 'cause I'm a Gator, so we go to south
[00:53.40]Beach, just say it's perfect 'fore our wedding, now stop sweating in a
[00:57.60]Cherokee, without the doors, don't get no sand in my Jeep
[01:01.40]I'm 'bout to call, she look at me like "Nigga, please, " so I please the bitch
[01:06.90]We up in Liv on Sunday, I'm like, "Jesus, bitch"
[01:10.30]Party in the 305, we so high, we go live, you're my C-O-bride
[01:15.60]Can't believe your eyes for eatin' that prime rib
[01:18.10]I eat so much shrimp, I got iodine poisonin'
[01:21.60]I can't even swim, but I could throw a yacht party
[01:25.00]We're real lit in Miami
[01:26.50]I'm like Will Smith in Miami
[01:28.10]I'm like Uncle Luke, Trick Daddy
[01:29.90]Me and Trina almost got married, shit
[01:31.90]Got a bando on Collins
[01:33.40]Can't see stars, just Star Island
[01:35.30]I got a target on my wallet, but like Morgan, boy, I'm wildin' in Miami
[01:40.30](Miami) It ain't nothin' like where I'm from, nah (Nothin' like where I'm from)
[01:43.50]Yeah, I can't keep my gun in my truck in Miami (I still keep my gun)
[01:47.30]They don't know my name at these bars (They don't know my name)
[01:50.60]And you can't even see any stars inMiami
[01:54.20]You got me MIA for a couple days now
[01:57.40]But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami, it don't hit the same)
[02:01.40]Except for gettin' sand in my boots (Yeah)
[02:03.60]Ask yourself, "What the hell is a redneck gon' do in Miami?"
[02:09.20]Yeah, ask yourself, "What the hell is a nigga gon' do in Miami?"
[02:19.50]Biggest boss, Ricky Rose, uh
[02:21.70]Feelin' good in my two seater
[02:23.40]Top down, it's too easy
[02:25.10]Yacht season in Miami
[02:26.80]Sun's out, too breezy
[02:28.60]Swimsuits on South Beach
[02:30.30]Condo for my side piece
[02:32.00]Change of plans, let's just shop
[02:33.70]Blue d...........
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