Saturday, 29 October 2011

Wale - Miami Nights Lyrics


Wale - Miami Nights Lyrics:
[intro: wale]
the streets is cold and the beaches is warm
the bitches is everything in between..

[verse 1: wale]

who would believe this rap shit helped me learn love?
type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

yeah, can't wait til the wheels down

and i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around
smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

i like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

catching heat floor seats and we all fresh
from coarse seats to court seats is progress, of course

tell them other niggas "man up"

tell lebron drop 50 just to play on us
kod a couple 50s like a precinct

straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick: oh shit

chef creole, 2-seater
and my watch looking like it's all 3po

2 v's in the street blowing trees with hoes

and more weed for me, shout out to (?)

[hook: wale]

miami nights, it was all a dream

if i can get my money right, i'm about to od
little more weed, 1st class seats

1st class hoes, we on south beach

miami nights, it was all a dream
if i can get my money right, i'm about to od

drinks out, c'mon ,drinks out, c'mon. drinks out, c'mon


[verse 2: wale]

we at mansion, but no cape on

and that ass looking right, what you pay for it?
look: i know you not gay or nothing

but we should find another girl with a tapeworm

i'm in a rental on collins
me and my compadres, burning up (barneys?)

with a model and some ? my name hold weight and you dont really keep the bar raised

with dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids
its not far from white girls with big bread

and light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

but right there, they skill scheming, they not eating
knowing they needy as a bitch, they don't need a reason

and when you repping wet willies you ain't even thinking


[hook]

[verse 3: wale]

ok black panamera, dash on a million

it ain't nothing better than a passionate woman

she graduated top of the class, carol city or was it the west

hold up i dont remember really, hold up
2 whips, 6 tattoos, no kids

and i heard you come alive, when you gonna live ?

i ain't trying to be ignorant, but i'm leaving town in a little bit
miami nights, and another one, until the broads go away lets have a little fun

paradise, get away, thinking ? on south beach everyday


[outro: rozay]

we got the jet waiting on us at the airport homie

we got money to go get baby
let's get it

[hook]

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