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From Miami Lyrics by Toby Tesla

2021

It's Kasky on the beat, bro
[Bridge]
Whip the foreign, bitch I'm soaring
(Polo boxers, Ralph Lauren)
I go Hulk like Edward Norton
(New grill, that George Foreman)
I come in with no warning, I come in it start snowing
I be pouring too much tech, got wet all on my Jordans (pull up)
[Hook]
To the addy, rolled a fatty
I need bitches in my caddy
She a baddie, from Miami
Curly-headed, look like Annie
M-M-Margiela, no Adidas
She be faded off that V.S
Henny bottle, Ima need it
All y'all still sip margaritas
{Verse 1}
ZG, Read all about it
Packed the semi-automatic (rich now)
Bad habits, you can't ever touch my balance
Add it up like mathematics, feds keep liking on my status
Toby T, I stay active
Turned your bitch into a classic
I just dropped a rack and filled my closet up (my closet up)
They looking at me funny cuz I'm popular (I'm popular)
You tried to come up on me, crew was watching us (they was watching)
You tried to come up, pussy, did the opposite (okay!)
Leather seats like chocolate
I don't do no promises (yeah!)
My team got you targeted, best shut up or I'll rock your shit
I don't do no hostages, I'm finessing oxygen
Soon as I come marching in, you know I'm throwing Washingtons
I be on top, that's snowcap
Smoking white widow, my blunt filled with gas
Ima sit back, I'm gon chill and relax
All of you haters know where I stay at
Coca, Coca-Cola Cognac
Fucked a bitch from last year, that's a throwback
Yeah, she faded, popping hella Prozac
She know ima star, she know where the dough at
Only do promethazine
Take a Certo, it gon keep me clean
Got my 40, it keeping me company
I stay strapped up in my dreams
I don't pop Molly, no bean
I keep the pack in my jeans
I'm either high or I'm sleep, yeah, there can't be no in-between
{Bridge 2}
33 like Harry Truman
{hop up in the whip, I'm zoomin')
Posted up, yeah I be boolin'
{Chicks just like my link, they Cuban}
I go stupid, I be movin'
{All you motherfuckers clueless)
This is VS, your shit cubic
I move different, I ain't human
{Hook}
To the addy, rolled a fatty
I need bitches in my caddy
She a baddie, from Miami
Curly-headed, look like Annie
M-M-Margiela, no Adidas
She be faded off that V.S
Henny bottle, Ima need it
All y'all still sip margaritas
(x2)
Credits
Toby Tesla

Toby Tesla

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