Mackin In Miami ft. Marc G & Mimi Lyrics

Running rampant , my sister had a seizure

I was trappin', rap was really leisure tap dancing ' on the work while momma was in

Church Singin'Shirley Caesar, my granddaddy was on his

Visa when he met momma Mia, sometimes I wish I

Could've seen it two lovers meetin' for the week and then

Creatin' demons his sperm must've been toxic, look at my pop

Shit always gettin' in fights and wantin' to pop

Shit things I learned from Big Mike is you better

Drop shit and call your plays from the cockpit so them

Cockroaches on the ground can't stop shit flyin' high over the tropics with a hot

Bitch Mo' probably saved my life, but that's another

Topic Just sit back and enjoy how I constantly and

Comfortably, drop hits I'm BG in New Orleans, Mid-90s hot bitch

I'm Money Mitch and an all-red beamer on Block shit

I will not quit, you better stop it we makin' movies, this is movie, baby

I was Mackin' on hoe's and fuckin' groupies, baby

Wait before this music, baby my swag crazy, they can't take me

Niggas hate me, cause they hate me and can't break me, I'm patched, Swayze cool

We would be a damn fool not to follow my moves

On how I drop jewels over beats so smooth how can I lose when Domo made it, this is

Cloud 9 purple got me runnin' circles around these

Urkels like I'm Stefan, Nina in the left palm

My queen on my right arm, I'm King Kong playin' ping-pongs with 8-balls and stuffed

Noses with dreams of happiness I'm James Brown in the caddy, bitch, I can't

Miss

Yeah, bro, I heard you and Mo' down in Miami I was callin' to tell you, yo, do your thing

Man enjoy your time down there, brother, I love

You bro see you ain't get back

These niggas hustlin' backwards, only poppin' shit

When they BM, get they taxes I'm droppin' classic's and watch the masses

Become re-adapted to what rap is, my craft is half-bibs and half-hustle

The problem is, these kids don't have no hustle

They rob and struggle I'm in Miami, Mac and Double

So my wife can maximize her bubble Y'all don't want no trouble, return of the

Hustle set the wave, and blue bags here to save the

Day

It's gon' be a cold summer, uh, cold summer night on the way

Y'all already know what it is