Room In Miami
Turnt up at the party
Smoke a lil weed
While they poppin' them Molly's
When we get litt
U know we get ocky
Passin' round bottles
Don't want no Bacardi
Cubans on u
When u jumped out the car
Eyes on u
As if you're a star
Looked thru the crowd
Tryna see who u r
& U checkin' for me
I can see from a far
Approachin' me now
Cuz he lovin' my drip
Lovin' my style
Lip gloss on my lips
My dance
He like when I dip
Especially when I b
Poppin' my hips
What can I say
Real recognize real
Ian never been a thot
But u know what it is
We can b friends
We can just chill
Come float on this liq
So u know how I feel
Popped him a perc
Then he fell in my trap
Took him a seat
Then sat in his lap
Put his hands on my waist
Told him hold on to that
Got him grippin' on it
While I'm throwin' it back
Like whoop
Sit in his lap
Whoop whoop
Sit in his lap
Si- sit in his lap
Whoop whoop
Sit in his lap
Hold uppp
I'm finna go liveeee
Buckin that action
He duckin to hide
Foot - work
When I slip
He slide
Don't want that attention
Just meet him outside
Who?
It's u to pursue
Left all my friends
& pulled off in the coupe
Let the top back
& that bitch went zoom
Ima show proof
When I get in my room
Showed him the lo
Told him enter at risk
Cubans on
Finger, neck, ankle & wrist
Stickin' & rollin'
Im jookin' to Pic
He told me come over
Come pull out the stick
Ridin' the wave
Time to ride on this dick
Turned around
Did a split
& Start whammin' that shit
Bounce
Bounce make it bounce
He throwin' them bandz
So I gotta make it count
Don't stop
Poppin' that pussy
I told him
Come 7-5 hop in that pussy
Ridin it slow
Strikin' a pose
Swirlin' it round
On my tippie toes
Playin' tug of war
Both pullin' on his rope
How far can it go
In the back of my throat
Popped him a perc
Now he stickin' again
He feelin' hisself
Now he think he the man
1-2
Onee, two
Pickin' & choosin'
What u finna do
Down in my city
We wiggity wu
I'm not speaking' in code
Ion play wit that woo
Play wit that pussy
Don't play wit my mind
Got him waitin' for me
In that free lunch line
Stop
Let me see u bop
Pick it up drop
Over town hop
back (back) back (back)
Throw it back (back) back (back)
Run it (back) back (back) back
Boy lean (back) back (back) back
His hoe keep Blowin' his phone
Callin' & textin'
When he comin' home
She mad
I know she can't stand me
Cuz he in my room
& my room in miami
Pussy Hoe
Smoke a lil weed
While they poppin' them Molly's
When we get litt
U know we get ocky
Passin' round bottles
Don't want no Bacardi
Cubans on u
When u jumped out the car
Eyes on u
As if you're a star
Looked thru the crowd
Tryna see who u r
& U checkin' for me
I can see from a far
Approachin' me now
Cuz he lovin' my drip
Lovin' my style
Lip gloss on my lips
My dance
He like when I dip
Especially when I b
Poppin' my hips
What can I say
Real recognize real
Ian never been a thot
But u know what it is
We can b friends
We can just chill
Come float on this liq
So u know how I feel
Popped him a perc
Then he fell in my trap
Took him a seat
Then sat in his lap
Put his hands on my waist
Told him hold on to that
Got him grippin' on it
While I'm throwin' it back
Like whoop
Sit in his lap
Whoop whoop
Sit in his lap
Si- sit in his lap
Whoop whoop
Sit in his lap
Hold uppp
I'm finna go liveeee
Buckin that action
He duckin to hide
Foot - work
When I slip
He slide
Don't want that attention
Just meet him outside
Who?
It's u to pursue
Left all my friends
& pulled off in the coupe
Let the top back
& that bitch went zoom
Ima show proof
When I get in my room
Showed him the lo
Told him enter at risk
Cubans on
Finger, neck, ankle & wrist
Stickin' & rollin'
Im jookin' to Pic
He told me come over
Come pull out the stick
Ridin' the wave
Time to ride on this dick
Turned around
Did a split
& Start whammin' that shit
Bounce
Bounce make it bounce
He throwin' them bandz
So I gotta make it count
Don't stop
Poppin' that pussy
I told him
Come 7-5 hop in that pussy
Ridin it slow
Strikin' a pose
Swirlin' it round
On my tippie toes
Playin' tug of war
Both pullin' on his rope
How far can it go
In the back of my throat
Popped him a perc
Now he stickin' again
He feelin' hisself
Now he think he the man
1-2
Onee, two
Pickin' & choosin'
What u finna do
Down in my city
We wiggity wu
I'm not speaking' in code
Ion play wit that woo
Play wit that pussy
Don't play wit my mind
Got him waitin' for me
In that free lunch line
Stop
Let me see u bop
Pick it up drop
Over town hop
back (back) back (back)
Throw it back (back) back (back)
Run it (back) back (back) back
Boy lean (back) back (back) back
His hoe keep Blowin' his phone
Callin' & textin'
When he comin' home
She mad
I know she can't stand me
Cuz he in my room
& my room in miami
Pussy Hoe
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Writer(s): Monique Snipes
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