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Out Miami
Eem Triplin
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On it (on it), lights on it (on it)
And she so bad, gotta keep the lights on it (on it)
Lights on it (on it), lights on it (on it)
Pussy good, but I know she ain't right for me, yeah (yeah)
I can't even keep up with her life, uh
She out Miami and she like it, mh-mh
Know exactly what she like, she think I'm a psychic
I can read her mind, I know she got a tipe, uh
She said that money what she like, uh
And she ain't nothin' like them broke hoes, mh-mh
Why she sayin' shit that I already know, though?
'Cause all these bitches think alike, yeah, yeah
I'm in your city, I'm callin' you back
When you free, just hit me and I'll answer that
I know that you busy, but I'm movin' fast
I'm here for one night, better make this shit last
She move around with her friends
Found a nigga with some M's, wonder how this finna pan out
Take all this money in the end, it was all about the plan now
I can't even keep up with her life, uh
She out Miami and she like it, mh-mh
Know exactly what she like, she think I'm a psychic
I can read her mind, I know she got a tipe, uh
She said that money what she like, uh
And she ain't nothin' like them broke hoes, mh-mh
Why she sayin' shit that I already know, though?
'Cause all these bitches think alike
And all these bitch think the same (think the same)
They don't really like you, they just here to get paid (paid)
They want them niggas with the money and the fame (fame)
Somebody that's trickin' and gon' buy her everything (ooh, yeah)
Put her on a plane, fly her out, takin' selfies on the jet, huh (ah-oh, yeah)
Birkie or Chanaynay, she ain't used to nothin' less, huh
Itty bitty Benz, ain't gon' do it, she like big bodies (ooh)
Just to get neck, ridin' 'round in a Ferrari, yeah
Pretty girls just wanna have funds (funds)
Send some racks to her, she don't like ones (ones)
She like rich niggas, she don't like bums (oh, yeah, yeah)
Neck and her wrist, gotta keep some ice on it (on it), ice on (on it)
And she so bad, gotta keep the lights on (on it)
Lights on (on it), lights on (on it)
Pussy good, but I know she ain't right for me, no
I can't even keep up with her life, uh (Dolla $ign)
She out Miami and she like it, mh-mh
Know exactly what she like, she think I'm a psychic
I can read her mind, I know she got a tipe, uh
She said that money what she like, uh
And she ain't nothin' like them broke hoes, mh-mh
Why she sayin' shit that I already know, though?
'Cause all these bitches think alike, yeah, yeah