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lirik lagu j1hunnit - summer in miami

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[intro]
(man, this beat hard as h~ll, good lookin’, rj)
yeah
yeah, rj is one of them ones
1hunnit

[verse]
i think miami in the summer what you n~ggas on
i still ain’t really seen the world yet, i just trap at home
the only time i do hit the road is when a pack get sold
i just did thirty in twenty days, it ain’t take me long
i had to send a pack of zaz back, they ain’t taste that strong
i just sell vacuum~sealed bags and go make my songs
these n~ggas just wanna be accepted, justin jacob long
i let them play the imitation games, i ain’t mark strong
brodie doin’ burpees in the pen’, my n~gga c~ck strong
i left the ‘bows burpin’ in thе turkey ’til i made it home
ovеn bag shawty what they call me, b~tch, i’ve been on
reynolds wrapping bandit, i’m the glad bag huncho
call and place an order, i can get it to you pr~nto
new strands, planet overseas from the congo
baby havin’ cheeks, i’m tryna beat ’em like a bongo
shawty p~ssy sweet, it’s kinda tastin’ like a mango
i’m servin’ like the eighties, wear my jumpsuit and my kangol
all i got is bread on my top, n~gga, panko
i used to earn crumbs, now i get a whole truckload
i can get the cargo off the water by the boatload
remember we ain’t have a lot of jackets when it got cold
i used to wear the south pole bubble with the fur on it
i had to stosh my red monkey jeans down with state floral
i remember rockin’ fat foreign ‘fits, now it’s vlone
we really havin’ motion, n~ggas don’t be on what we on
i be talkin’ stocks and bonds and chattin’ with ceos
back in high school, he used to walk with the sr roll
last n~gga played with us got mri’ed, he had broken bones
doc’ said bro’ll never walk again, he took a wheelchair home
when i hopped out the porch, i stayed outside all day long
i was posted in the front yard like a garden gnome
the best thing i ever learned to do was work a mobile phone
now we scoutin’ land, buyin’ double~wide mobile homes
dollar bill be privacy, this gold sit on my collarbone
i know michael smilin’, this the sh~t we used to struggle for
i got a family to feed, what you hustle for?
[outro]
yeah
i got a family to feed, what you hustle for?
i know mike smilin’ down, this the sh~t we used to struggle for


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