Miami Lyrics By Nicki Minaj
[Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and Sh!t
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
N!gga’s know my B!tches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
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[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this N!gga pressin’
I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweatin’
I’ma let my N!ggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum B!tches can sit with me and Gretchen
It’s the biggest, a B!tch ain’t cough one time
It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little B!tches, but of course I’m the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?
[Interlude: Patty Duke]
Ayo, queen, got the customers out here man
They lovin’ this Sh!t, man, they lovin’ this Sh!t, man
Where you at man, where you at man?
We need you here, man, I know you in Miami
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
N!gga’s know my B!tches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, you could take all of my B!tches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we F.uck your Sh!t up, OMG, I’m very sorry
You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my N!ggas call me the finale
I’m a busy B!tch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the Queen’s like it’s Hollis
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin’ it
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
(It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it)
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
N!gga’s know my B!tches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
[Outro: Patty Duke]
Yo, Nick, what’s good? This ya boy Patty Duke
Man, you already know we got Sh!t movin’ out here, man
That these B!tches ain’t F.uckin’ wit’ you
They ain’t F.uckin’ wit’ the team, man, all of ’em, man
‘Cause N!ggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
N!ggas get the F.uckin’ drop round here
Queens get the money, man
Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, yerrr
Iconic Sh!t, man
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