[Intro: Pusha T & Pharrell]
Gather 'round
Miami Vice
All my cocaine dreamers
You know
Miami Vice
Pusha spit this shit for y'all
Here we go
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Youngin, don't make my sails rise (Uh)
I shoot you out your chukkas
Pusha hear the whispers of all you motherfuckers
Papa said stay free of them suckers
Minus the wicked jumper, street baller like the Rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple
Roosters in the duffle
Keep the hood screaming, "Cock-a-doodle doo," fuckers
Coke by the ton, rap niggas, I'm the one
With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryna chatter?
ASIC-ass rappers, got 'em runnin' for they life
I philosophize about Glocks and keys
Niggas call me Young Black Socrates
West Indies bitch drop to knees quick (What?)
With dreams of being a rich man's bitch
Feel sorry for niggas pull triggers and they shit click
So many bullets jammed in my shit, call me Lead Fist
Shake the diamonds out my wrists
Gather 'round
Miami Vice
All my cocaine dreamers
You know
Miami Vice
Pusha spit this shit for y'all
Here we go
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Youngin, don't make my sails rise (Uh)
I shoot you out your chukkas
Pusha hear the whispers of all you motherfuckers
Papa said stay free of them suckers
Minus the wicked jumper, street baller like the Rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple
Roosters in the duffle
Keep the hood screaming, "Cock-a-doodle doo," fuckers
Coke by the ton, rap niggas, I'm the one
With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryna chatter?
ASIC-ass rappers, got 'em runnin' for they life
I philosophize about Glocks and keys
Niggas call me Young Black Socrates
West Indies bitch drop to knees quick (What?)
With dreams of being a rich man's bitch
Feel sorry for niggas pull triggers and they shit click
So many bullets jammed in my shit, call me Lead Fist
Shake the diamonds out my wrists
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