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Miami
557
Hip-Hop/Rap
Miami was released on September 28, 2018 by Same Plate as a part of the album Surf Trap
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Release DateSeptember 28, 2018
LabelSame Plate
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM58

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Felly
Felly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Felner
Christian Felner
Composer
Kyran McEmerald John
Kyran McEmerald John
Composer
James Icart
James Icart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Felly
Felly
Recording Engineer
Rage
Rage
Producer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All day on the highway, Miami
Leanin' sideway, know my ride look like candy
Fuck dem always (Yo, yo)
Squad ridin’ all day (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
You don't mean it (Uh, yeah)
I don't trust motherfuckers, looking wack in this bitch
I be ballin’ like Meech, I don't have an assist
If I pull up on a freak, might pass her the dick
I be zag ziggin', patent linen, patent leather
Big rhythms through Hell's Kitchen
Got bad women, harsh liver, same jacket
Brain spinnin', foul livin' (Ugh), bitches know the cameras on, (Bitches)
What you think they actin' for? Passin' for? (Bitches)
Don’t take away the break of dawn (Uh)
Back and forth, I’ll tell ya what, I'll tell ya what
I take ya on a trip to south of Florida
Get the crib, get the girls, and pack the floor
Tell all the promoters to keep my bag in order
All cash so no tax reported, motherfuckers stay
[Verse 3]
Ridin' all day on the highway, Miami
Leanin' sideway, know my ride look like candy
Fuck dem always (Yo)
Squad ridin’ all day (Yeah) on the highway (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Deadass deadass facts (Whoo), deadass deadass fact all on my latex
Pull out let's make mess, money say, say less
Word to your fake shit, don’t take no rain checks
Vibe like I'm Tribe Quest, meets Cobain for context
On the soul train I'm locked in, new bitch like Farrah Fawcett
Motherfuckers stay
[Verse 5]
Ridin' all day on the highway, Miami
Leanin' sideway, know my ride look like candy
Fuck dem always (Yo)
Squad ridin’ all day (Yeah) on the highway
[Verse 6]
Shit if I said it I meant it I'm getting better and better
I ain't concerned about relevance or that pop shit
All of my fellas be in some Giorgio apparel
I got the look from my grandma, I couldn't top it
Live for this, feel this shit, film this shit
Slim fella with the thickest bitch
Four letters you could take a pic
Love or hate, just don't fake that shit
Ooh, big money talkin', ooh
Go on boy tell it, only tell it if it's true
They like, yo Felly drop a motherfuckin' song
I be on my celly, know I fill a lot of shoes
Got an indie label in the crib with enough of this
Enough of this, fuck this shit, suck this dick
Ain't goin' to lunch with no publicist
I'm on the sea with a bunch of scrimp
Going down in this sunken ship, E3 motherfuckers stay
[Verse 7]
Ridin' all day on the highway, Miami
Leanin' sideway, know my ride look like candy
Fuck dem always (Yeah)
Squad ridin’ all day (Yeah) on the highway
Yeah
Written by: Christian Felner, James Icart, Kyran McEmerald John
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