M.I.A. IN MIAMI by Tavis Foster Lyrics

[Intro]
Shouts Out Bam
Spiffy ah!

[Verse]
I’m not no funny man
I’m not the one with no gun in hand oh aye
So will you understand
I’m just the one who count hunnid bands, Run it man
I’m always curved never choosen
When I shoot it never go in
Trapping with my heart broken
Fuck the friends I don’t need em
(Fuck the friends I don’t need em)


I don’t shoot no shots
I just run from the ops
I don’t play with the Glocks
I just play with the shotguns
Don't like em
Not like em
I’m writing
(Hooks)
Like Tyson
Hit you with the high kick
Bitch I know you like this
Move and lose your focus
Man fuck this whole shit

(aye aye)
(I’m) swerving serpentine on Venus
Need a Telescope to fuckin' see us
Need us
Wanna Eat ya'
Get between ya'
Baby, Then he came up lately
Fuck 2018

(Start)
Writing my eulogy
Don’t think this usually
Bad opportunity
Fuck you so fluently
Buy you this jewelry
This isn’t new to me
Watch what you do to me
I like the nudity
Damn

Hate the way my life is
I just can’t live without you
I got to turn down my phone
Isolate myself for a couple more hours
Like
I need some more
4 letter word
Love from a whore

I preform for
Mentally torn
Whores in close doors
(So keep the door closed)

I liked that bitch
She wants his kids
She can’t commit
He can’t come in

Write down all her sins
White down to her skin
Rub down to her hips
(ESG)
Write down all her sins
White down to her skin
Rub down to her hips
(The Kingdom)

Wipe off her lips
Wipe off her lips
Cause i know she sucking dick (yuh)