Pitbull - Miami Boys Lyrics

feat. Trick Daddy

Eat your fucking face!
DJ Noodles!
This is 305 checking in
ItÂ’s new shit
Doing what I do best!
DJ Noodles!
Hey DJ Noodles!
305 stand tall
Doing what I do best!
Regarding Miami boyz
You know who daddy is right?
Jump in on the track
And let the whole world know
What it means to be a 305
Let go! I start this shit bad

ThatÂ’s for Miami boys
With them days kinda flex
Move and wait
They learn to hate
ThatÂ’s the Miami boys
With the head full of dreads
Mouth full of gold
Watch out for the chicos in them zone
Miami boys, always looking for a lick
But careful we donÂ’t end up in your shit
ThatÂ’s the Miami Boys
305 doing that
ThatÂ’s right motherfucker
LetÂ’s ride
Remember that Gucci...that used to play balls
Skinny with a mushroom cut
Now they tall
Switch the rounds now what they call Pitbull
I see them in the club with the dime every time
Yeah thatÂ’s right thatÂ’s me...with a 305
Kill me but my legacy wonÂ’t die
Imma always dry fucking IAMI
They kinda run...
When it comes to the cocaine you could
Cause it came from the bottom
We got them things
Straight war uncut
All right dog, Miami weÂ’re been slept on
Keep snooping if you want to
And find your mother try to wake you up
At you wake motherfucker
Black girls got tape AK
We always do it big round here babe babe

ThatÂ’s for Miami boys
With them days kinda flex
Move and wait
They learn to hate
ThatÂ’s the Miami boys
With the head full of dreads
Mouth full of gold
Watch out for the chicos in them zone
Miami boys, always looking for a lick
But careful we donÂ’t end up in your shit
ThatÂ’s the Miami Boys
305 doing that
ThatÂ’s right motherfucker
LetÂ’s ride

I donÂ’t play I donÂ’t snitch
IÂ’m from day, I donÂ’t switch
Smell all this shit
Talking ale take this shit
When itÂ’s you that gonna shit
You the clown of the town
Come on boy
Be a man
They got quarters, they got grams
Rob everything, IÂ’m from Florida understand
ThatÂ’s the president whatÂ’s happening?
We were taught to say nothing understand

ThatÂ’s for Miami boys
With them days kinda flex
Move and wait
They learn to hate
ThatÂ’s the Miami boys
With the head full of dreads
Mouth full of gold
Watch out for the chicos in them zone
Miami boys, always looking for a lick
But careful we donÂ’t end up in your shit
ThatÂ’s the Miami Boys
305 doing that
ThatÂ’s right motherfucker
LetÂ’s ride

I grew up looking up the drug dealers
Idolizing what they do
Analyzing they every move
Miami breeds IÂ’m on the regular
But you can tell whoÂ’s professional
By the way they talk on the...
Took in Miami the new heights
Now they looking for Pit
Like IÂ’m a brick out the new price
Man we billing them out
To see if they better than that
To put the freedom on the lauds
When the feds stop playing
Drink on the man
Like them ghetto boys
Things on bite with no tags
ThatÂ’s little boy
For all the hustles in the corner
Sitting on milk crates
May your dreams come true one day
To all my boys behind bars
You know who you are
Keep your head up

ThatÂ’s for Miami boys
With them days kinda flex
Move and wait
They learn to hate
ThatÂ’s the Miami boys
With the head full of dreads
Mouth full of gold
Watch out for the chicos in them zone
Miami boys, always looking for a lick
But careful we donÂ’t end up in your shit
ThatÂ’s the Miami Boys
305 doing that
ThatÂ’s right motherfucker
LetÂ’s ride

Pitbull!
WeÂ’re getting some classic shit right now!
LetÂ’s go!
 

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