
MIAMI FLOW DeJ Loaf
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[Intro: DeJ Loaf]
Whoa
What the fuck is you n***** talkin' about?
Stay the fuck out my lane
Stay the fuck out my way
Y'all know y'all can't fuck with me
Whoa
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
I'm drivin' fast, I'm in my lane, I'm on the interstate (Whoa)
These bitches hate me, 'cause, they can never penetrate
I put the icing on the cake, don't need no shake 'n bake
I let 'em hate, 'cause I know this shit come with hate (Whoa)
We got the biggest choppas, we get higher than skyscrapers
Why you playin' with them killers knowin' they'll violate you?
I ain't worried 'bout no opinions, I'm like "Bye, hater"
Hot head, they like "Calm down, Deja"
[Verse 1: DeJ Loaf]
Bitches can't get me out my bag, I ain't no trick (I ain't no trick)
Miami flow, this shit remindin' me of Trick Daddy
He got a hat, well, I got me a trick (I got a trick)
Mm, mm, I got me a… tuh
Aye, come through all black, all black, drippin'
Cuttin' up, fuck it up, all black whips
They can't fuck with you, you knowin' you the shit
They can't fuck with you, you knowin' you the shit (Whoa)
Whoa
What the fuck is you n***** talkin' about?
Stay the fuck out my lane
Stay the fuck out my way
Y'all know y'all can't fuck with me
Whoa
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
I'm drivin' fast, I'm in my lane, I'm on the interstate (Whoa)
These bitches hate me, 'cause, they can never penetrate
I put the icing on the cake, don't need no shake 'n bake
I let 'em hate, 'cause I know this shit come with hate (Whoa)
We got the biggest choppas, we get higher than skyscrapers
Why you playin' with them killers knowin' they'll violate you?
I ain't worried 'bout no opinions, I'm like "Bye, hater"
Hot head, they like "Calm down, Deja"
[Verse 1: DeJ Loaf]
Bitches can't get me out my bag, I ain't no trick (I ain't no trick)
Miami flow, this shit remindin' me of Trick Daddy
He got a hat, well, I got me a trick (I got a trick)
Mm, mm, I got me a… tuh
Aye, come through all black, all black, drippin'
Cuttin' up, fuck it up, all black whips
They can't fuck with you, you knowin' you the shit
They can't fuck with you, you knowin' you the shit (Whoa)
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