
Miami Vice Curren$y (Ft. Rick Ross)
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[Intro: Curren$y]
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
I rolled the dice, I took a chance with my life
I boarded a flight and now my Testarossa white
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I done rolled the dice, I took a chance with my life
I boarded a flight and now my Testarossa white
I bought it on sight because I pay for what I like
I don't trick the hoes, but my real bitch get real ice
Man, this Jet Life, twenty grand every night
At the Bape store, I get three of everything I like
From SoHo to New Orleans, and then we pull up in Florida
My cousin keep the pack, he finna pull up on us, nigga
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
The red stripes, Z28 on Ocean Drive
1985, I'm fresh to death, I'm still alive
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice, yeah
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
I rolled the dice, I took a chance with my life
I boarded a flight and now my Testarossa white
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I done rolled the dice, I took a chance with my life
I boarded a flight and now my Testarossa white
I bought it on sight because I pay for what I like
I don't trick the hoes, but my real bitch get real ice
Man, this Jet Life, twenty grand every night
At the Bape store, I get three of everything I like
From SoHo to New Orleans, and then we pull up in Florida
My cousin keep the pack, he finna pull up on us, nigga
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
The red stripes, Z28 on Ocean Drive
1985, I'm fresh to death, I'm still alive
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Miami Vice, Miami Vice, yeah
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