Miami Beach
Aye
Life's sweet
Ooo weee baby
Life's sweet, ooo wee baby
High fashion, Louie V baby
In the foreign thru the streets
Sand on your feet, blowing trees baby
When I pull up to your house
You just go get ready, we go out baby
Bout to pull up to your house
Iced out, baby got the bounce yeah
Leave all of your things yeah
Ain't worried bout a ting, smoking weed yeah
Whipping thru the sand in a Bimmer
Somewhere in Miami on a beach yeah
Come with me, leave all of your things yeah
Ain't worried bout a ting, smoking weed yeah
Whipping thru the sand in a Bimmer
Somewhere in Miami on a beach yeah
Life's sweet, ohh mii baby
Fashion killa, double G's baby
Baby, dripping like the sea
Miami heat, bout 500 degrees baby
Take a shot for me
Pop like a glock for me
All the shade they throwing ain't stopping me
Palms trees make it less hot for me, aye
Leave all of your things yeah
Ain't worried bout a ting, smoking weed yeah
Whipping thru the sand in a Bimmer
Somewhere in Miami on a beach yeah
Come with me, leave all of your things yeah
Ain't worried bout a ting, smoking weed yeah
Whipping thru the sand in a Bimmer
Somewhere in Miami on a beach yeah
Life's sweet
Ooo weee baby
Life's sweet, ooo wee baby
High fashion, Louie V baby
In the foreign thru the streets
Sand on your feet, blowing trees baby
When I pull up to your house
You just go get ready, we go out baby
Bout to pull up to your house
Iced out, baby got the bounce yeah
Leave all of your things yeah
Ain't worried bout a ting, smoking weed yeah
Whipping thru the sand in a Bimmer
Somewhere in Miami on a beach yeah
Come with me, leave all of your things yeah
Ain't worried bout a ting, smoking weed yeah
Whipping thru the sand in a Bimmer
Somewhere in Miami on a beach yeah
Life's sweet, ohh mii baby
Fashion killa, double G's baby
Baby, dripping like the sea
Miami heat, bout 500 degrees baby
Take a shot for me
Pop like a glock for me
All the shade they throwing ain't stopping me
Palms trees make it less hot for me, aye
Leave all of your things yeah
Ain't worried bout a ting, smoking weed yeah
Whipping thru the sand in a Bimmer
Somewhere in Miami on a beach yeah
Come with me, leave all of your things yeah
Ain't worried bout a ting, smoking weed yeah
Whipping thru the sand in a Bimmer
Somewhere in Miami on a beach yeah
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Writer(s): Yoselinne Leal
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