Miami
And it ain't nothing like where I'm from, no
I can keep my gun and my truck and
Miami
They don't know my name at these bars
And you can't even see any stars and
Miami
You got me in my head for a couple days now
But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town
Except for getting sand in my boots
Ask yourself,
what the hell is a redneck gonna do and
Miami Miami
Now it get cold in New Orleans but temporary
And she know that I'm colder than refrigerator
Perry And she don't wanna go to New Orleans,
it's
Armageddon So we go to South Beach,
she say it's perfect
Before I wet and I start sweating in a Cherokee Without the doors,
don't get no sand in my
Jeep On my decor,
she look at me like nigga please
So I please the bitch,
we up and live on Sunday I'm like Jesus bitch,
party in a 305
We so high,
if we go live,
you might see O'Brien Can't believe your eyes,
we eat at Prime
Man,
I eat so much,
your bra got eye-darned poisonous
I can't even swim but I could throw
a yacht party We real lit in Miami,
I'm like Will Smith in Miami
I'm like Uncle Luke,
Trick Daddy,
me and Trina almost got married,
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Got a bando on Collins,
can't see stars,
just a island I got a target on my wallet but like Morgan Bar,
I'm wildin' in Miami
It ain't nothing like where I'm from,
no I can keep my gun and my truck and Miami
They don't know my name at these bars,
they don't know my name
And you can't even see any stars in Miami
You drive me in my head for a couple days now
But it don't hit the same,
it don't hit the same time
Except for getting sand in my boots
Ask yourself what the hell is a redneck gonna do in Miami
Yeah,
ask yourself what the hell is a nigga gonna do in Miami
Biggest boss,
Ricky Rosé,
uh,
feelin' good in my two-seater,
top-down,
it's too easy
Yacht season in Miami,
sun's out,
too breezy,
swimsuits on South Beach,
condo for my side piece
Change of plans,
let's just shop,
blue double bag,
200 G's,
life short so live fast
Corvette with the red rag,
cry once,
not twice,
really hurt when my dad passed
Make a toast,
let's drink to it,
still real with my day ones And I'm still down to die for you,
pray for me when that day comes
It ain't nothing like where I'm from,
no I can keep my gun and my truck and Miami
They don't know my name at these bars,
they don't know my name
And you can't even see any stars in Miami
You got me in my head for a couple days now
But it don't hit the same,
it don't hit the same time Except for getting sand in my boots
Ask yourself what the hell is a redneck gonna do in Miami
Yeah,
ask yourself what the hell is a nigga gonna do in Miami
It ain't nothing like where I'm from,
but like my, my, my