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W.A.L.E. lyrics : "Miami Nights"

[Intro: wale]
The streets is cold and the beaches is warm
The (*##$es is everything in between...

[Verse 1: wale]
Who would believe this rap %#@! helped me learn love?

Type of life a ^!$$% kill or go to jail for
Yeah, can't wait til the wheels down
And I'm amazed you clown ^!$$%s is still around

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed
I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud
Catching heat floor seats and we all fresh

From coarse seats to court seats is progress, of course
Tell them other ^!$$%s "man up"
Tell lebron drop 50 just to play on us

Kod a couple 50s like a precinct
Straight conch got a ^!$$% feeling seasick: oh %#@!
Chef creole, 2-seater

And my watch looking like it's all 3po
2 v's in the street blowing trees with hoes
And more weed for me, shout out to (?)

[Hook: wale]
Miami nights, it was all a dream

If I can get my money right, I'm about to od
Little more weed, 1st class seats
1st class hoes, we on south beach

Miami nights, it was all a dream
If I can get my money right, I'm about to od
Drinks out, c'mon, drinks out, c'mon. drinks out, c'mon

[Verse 2: wale]
We at mansion, but no cape on

And that $$# looking right, what you pay for it?
Look: I know you not gay or nothing
But we should find another girl with a tapeworm

I'm in a rental on collins
Me and my compadres, burning up (barneys?)
With a model and some? my name hold weight and you don't really keep the

Bar raised
With dark ^!$$%s with dark thoughts and long braids
It's not far from white girls with big bread

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking
But right there, they skill scheming, they not eating
Knowing they needy as a (*##$, they don't need a reason

And when you repping wet willies you ain't even thinking


[Verse 3: wale]
Ok black panamera, dash on a million

It ain't nothing better than a passionate woman
She graduated top of the class, carol city or was it the west
Hold up I don't remember really, hold up

2 whips, 6 tattoos, no kids
And I heard you come alive, when you gonna live?
I ain't trying to be ignorant, but I'm leaving town in a little bit

Miami nights, and another one, until the broads go away lets have a little
Paradise, get away, thinking? on south beach everyday

[Outro: rozay]
We got the jet waiting on us at the airport homie

We got money to go get baby
Let's get it


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