Roddy Ricch - moved to miami (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Roddy Ricch - moved to miami (en) Lyrics
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Moved to Miami and copped
me a boat (8—)
Hope my fiends don't stop doin' coke
Bitch, I'm a champ, on
top of the ropes
New Louis V's every time I tote
Nine millimeter every time I tote
I do all this shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the mileage
I can't fuck on these ratchet-
ass bitches, she 'bout
to fuck the whole hood
I been stackin' these hundreds
inside the safe, so all
my niggas know I'm good
Rеal street nigga, keep
it all in the TEC
Got the shooters on thе side
with bazookas in the back
Got a whole Amiri jean collection
And I ain't choosin' shit,
this shit was destiny
Bitch, I cooked the water
without the recipe
And the feds and the cops
ain't got no heart
How they gon' take my lil' cousin
upstate? He was whippin' to give
all his children a start
Playin' with that water,
gotta be a shark
Swimmin' with the fishes,
duckin' from the narcs
Thirteen, posted middle of the park
If you see an opp, gotta let it spark
Moved to Miami and copped me a boat
Three-five or better whenever I smoke
I see 'em doin' it, but I do the most
I'ma do it for the bro 'fore
I do it for a ho
All this money that's comin',
I'll do it for 'em both
They ain't runnin' with
me, nowhere near close
Shit be crazy what they'll
do for a post
You'll go viral, but
it won't be no joke
I got power and I move like a ghost
In a 'Rari doin' one-sixty,
controllin' it
Big old Baby piece, them
folks gotta notice me
I'm an artist, to the street,
this shit poetry
Real trapper, never did
nothin' fraudulent
Send them boxes coast to coast
like I'm Roddy Ricch
So just focus on yourself,
you can buy the bitch
In Miami for a week, catchin'
vibes and shit
We got baddies on the boat
gettin' hot and shit
G6 make that shit come up out of me
Pink slips to the car
if I'm drivin' it
No withdrawals, only deposit it
Hundred K cash stuffed in my pockets
I'ma show these niggas how
they should pop it
Forbes list, I'm tryna
get on the top of it
I walk in, they start switchin'
the topic up
I feel any kind of threat
and I'm poppin' up
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