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M.I.A.M.I
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Hip-Hop/Rap
M.I.A.M.I was released on September 14, 2025 by BTB Records as a part of the album M.I.A.M.I - Single
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Release DateSeptember 14, 2025
LabelBTB Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM98

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
d2richh
d2richh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Double R D2
Double R D2
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
trey
trey
Engineer

Lyrics

Me tatted on my arm cause I got all the faith in me
Thought I'd die but I survived shit, that was luckily
**** sleepin' on the kid but I ain't finna wake him up
Stick sum like a barber the way it , be linin' **** up
thumbin through them blues, I fuck around and cut a paper cut
All black ski man hoppin' outside that dooly truck
You might think I'm sick the way I'm millin', I don't got no feelin
**** steady talkin' bout they drillin', who the fuck you killin'
bullets cold, you might think this pole from the north
Beat the pussy bad, hittin' her walls, I'm knockin' down the fort
Ridin' in a Striker, I'm movin' fast, this bitch ain't even sport
I ain't need ask, I press the gas and I felt the torque
My **** ain't no acrobat but they flip shit
I'm on money timin' but I pull up to drop some quick dick
In my city, we get litty, we got all the bitties
We got plenty guns, rangin' from mop sticks to the shmitties
I'm from Miami, murder is a major issue
Don't be flaggin' like you like that, you gon' make your people miss you
Somethin' like a torch, them natos burnin' up your tissue
Barrel big as fuck, you throwin' bullets, bitch, I'm throwin' missiles
Bicep up in this wood, this bitch hittin' good
I don't fuck with **** just in case you misunderstood
I gotta switch to my anger but I'm laid back
Givin' money to **** that I know will never pay back
City for the hobos, bitches walkin' with no clothes
Switchin' lanes, tryna duck the feds, drivin' on both roads
Tellin' all your mans after a lick, ****, that's a no-no
Livin' life like a good goalie, he ain't got no goals
****, I say, lil girly fuckin' with the kid
She want a **** from the south
I'm tired of playin' with the pussy, I'm finna put it in her mouth
The police blitzed another package, I had to go and choose the route
And I ain't wastin' no more time, I get the bread and then I'm out
****, but if I leave this bitch alone, I know she turnin' suicidal
Had to do this on my own, cause I ain't never had a idol
I just heard Lil' Girly moan, and all I did was cock a rifle
I been gettin' to the bag, I get more paper than the Bible
****, and that shit on my mama
They say bros before hoes, they start too much drama
I just sent brosey to bomb, I'm feelin' like Osama
Presidential on my wrist, I'm feelin' like Obama
I can get a **** gone and I won't pay a dollar
7-6-2, split his shit, finna start a commotion
I bet Lil' Girly pussy water, I'm finna dive an ocean
I be movin' slick and all white, I'm movin' just like lotion
This chopper make a **** fade away, demar derozan Feelin' like a penguin, the way I'm walkin' around with all this ice
Life is like a game, you gotta take a chance and roll the dice
Bullets hit your head and have you itchin', call this chopper lice
Shawty boutin' bougie, she ain't fuckin' with nobody nice
She ain't fuckin' with nobody, unless you got a bag
When it hit the streets for all the shit that I ain't never had
I was fightin' cases, payin' bills from inside the jack
These **** flaggin' and they rap, they never seen a rat
****
Written by: Double R D2
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