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Kay Bandz & Danny Towers

Miami

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Dirty South

Miami foi lançado em 26 de julho de 2024 por Kaybandz como parte do álbum Miami - Single

Informações da música

ÁlbumMiami - Single

Data de lançamento26 de julho de 2024

SeloKaybandz

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM82

RESUMO

LETRA

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Kay Bandz

Interpretação

Danny Towers

Interpretação

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Danny Towers

Composição

Soubhi Daniel Tabar

Soubhi Daniel Tabar

Composição

Quintana Mills

Composição

Kevin Tunis

Composição

Letra

[Chorus]

I'm fresh out the yacht, I'm in Miami, like I'm Young Montana

I think this bitch trippin' off that 2C, tryna hold the hammer

Diamonds in my watch and I put ice inside my dirty Fanta

Grabba in my blunt and if it's smoke, I'm tryna give 'em cancer

[Verse 1]

Bricks came in a duffle bag, I'm tryna build a house

He filled up the clip with teeth, he tryna pull 'em out

She tryna have some kids with me, I came all in her mouth

That bitch just sent the addy to your spot, we in your house

Drug dealing, I move like I'm Pablo in my city

Smuggling, I just crossed the border with 'bout 50

She tryna wear my chain, but she ain't tryna fuck the gang

Came up selling dope, how you think I got my name?

[Chorus]

I'm fresh out the yacht, I'm in Miami, like I'm Young Montana

I think this bitch trippin' off that 2C, tryna hold the hammer

Diamonds in my watch and I put ice inside my dirty Fanta

Grabba in my blunt and if it's smoke, I'm tryna give 'em cancer

[Refrain]

Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah

Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah

[Verse 2]

I just dropped a four up in the sprite, that's a Dirty Diana

Stick came with the holographic sight, it turned him to a dancer

Might go throw that 'Lac on 22's, I feel like David Banner

100 bitches at the Fontainebleau and they all from Atlanta

All them bricks came triple sealed right to my grandma house

I was only seventeen, I already had sticks under the couch

Shit started getting iffy, I had to take the paper route

Now my crib ain't got no neighbors, I thank God I made it out

Doing a 100 on that 408, I put them on the chase

With my feet up out in Coco Kay, I'm running up this paper

Juggin' bows, it made the trap hot, I had to relocate

My lil' dawg could make that bag drop with Wells or BOA

[Chorus]

I'm fresh out the yacht, I'm in Miami, like I'm Young Montana

I think this bitch trippin' off that 2C, tryna hold the hammer

Diamonds in my watch and I put ice inside my dirty Fanta

Grabba in my blunt and if it's smoke, I'm tryna give 'em cancer

[Refrain]

Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah

Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah

[Verse 3]

Beef could get hotter than a kitchen, I'm in cooking mode

Before I ever try to lay a verse, was fucking up the stove

I be getting money, popping Percs while y'all be going broke

You get in your feelings for these bitches, I'm like, "Fuck a ho"

Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah

I just made a million off this shit, I need a million more

[Chorus]

I'm fresh out the yacht, I'm in Miami, like I'm Young Montana

I think this bitch trippin' off that 2C, tryna hold the hammer

Diamonds in my watch and I put ice inside my dirty Fanta

Grabba in my blunt And if it's smoke, I'm tryna give 'em cancer

[Refrain]

Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah

Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah

Written by: Danny Towers, Kevin Tunis, Quintana Mills, Soubhi Daniel Tabar

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