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seventhirtyatmorning - miami too much كلمات أغنية

[intro]
it was some sh_t where i knew what’s wrong, i knew what’s right (i don’t feel anything)
i still chose wrong and it’s like—
it’s my life and n_gga ain’t got stop the motion
i got goin’ on, f_ck you talkin’ about?
thirty!

[chorus]
d_mn, i was doin’ good, why you say some? (why?)
throwin’ off my balance, you see my talent, i’m tryna provide (i’m tryin’)
go eighty on the interstate hit a pothole axel fried (what the f_ck?)
she know we life of the party and she heard molly, so she wanna take some (oh, oh, oh, oh)
i know you see my cup, so please, don’t pour no shots for i (godd_mn)
i fell in love with money, i wake up and spend like i’m gon’ die (i spend; i’m gon’ die)
i would’ve took you back but you in miami too much for mе (much for me)
i went up again and realisеd i don’t love that b_tch (f_ck; i don’t need that b_tch)

[verse]
i’m more of a forest guy, i’m not a fan of the beach (not a fan of the beach)
i love your life so much, anything you ask i’d do for free (ooh; i’m back)
i hate them long white 10s, prefer rp’s, they do it for me (i’m back)
fan told me i changed his life, i told him “you changed mine to you see” (ooh)
prefer my cup with ice and my lean cold but i’ll still geeked (oh, yeah, yeah)
i bop out nyc, i got my hoes up, i’m too p (yeah)
she ain’t wanna answer the phone ‘cause i know exactly where she be (what the f_ck?)
she somewhere she not ‘posed to be, so i set that hoe free (yeah, yeah; woah)
we bool at the carriage house and get high with kaycyy (yeah ,yeah, yeah)
if she ain’t here she hate me, ‘cause she wish that she’s with me (b_tch, f_ck you)
but that’s not how this gon’ be (it’s not)
and the windows closed, no breeze, i’m tryna hotbox this lil’ jeep (woah; f_ck)
and i told her don’t go to that party, ‘cause i’m finna come through swing my heat (oh, yeah)
abercrombie, the pants is marni (ooh)
i don’t know what you n_ggas on, but i be flee (ooh)
off the top row like jeff hardy, i put my elbow in the p_ssy odee (ooh)
why my b_tches gon’ try leave me? (what?)
i don’t know, i left them be (ooh; i let them)
i hoop you reach, i teach (f_ck)
i don’t care about none you think (d_mn)
[chorus]
d_mn, i was doin’ good, why you say some? (why? woah, woah)
throwin’ off my balance, you see my talent, i’m tryna provide (tryna; what?)
go eighty on the interstate hit a pothole axel fried (d_mn)
she know we life of the party and she heard molly, so she wanna take some
i know you see my cup, so please, don’t pour no shots for i (no shots for me)
i fell in love with money, i wake up and spend like i’m gon’ die
i would’ve took you back but you in miami too much for me (too much; yeah, yeah)
i went up again and realised i don’t love that b_tch (i don’t need that b_tch; yeah, yeah)

- seventhirtyatmorning

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