Asian Doll - Miami lyrics

Intro: Public service a mothaf**in’ announcement! Broke n***as in the back, rich n***as in the front Hook: From the D to the mothaf**in’ M, real rap sh** b**hes poppin’ p**y in a bando, on a mattress Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip n***as from Miami spend that money, imma tax you You ever seen a real b**h that rub yo nuts and hold a Mac clip I swear these b**hes weaker than they braids, imma snatch them Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat piss Verse 1: Boy you a rookie, eat the cookie Tell me how it taste, I spend like 40 on my b**hes Times was rough, we had to pray n***as all up in my ear, just for that bag I had to wait I put b**hes on they feet, cut down the gra** and saw a snake Up in Florida, p**y water f** with ballers, Sean Carter f** a trend, I’m a starter Wanna be me, you my daughter Buy me Gucci for that nut Rode his face just like a truck And if he say he put me on, that n***a lying add it up If I turn into a freak, you got to show me where that good dope Quarter ki wrapped in that plastic like I’m rolling frontos Yo n***a ain’t my mans, sweat them b**hes like a fan Get rich was up in the plan They watching like on demand Refrain: Dallas girls love a n***a who will slap up a b**h Buy a doll designer daddy, we gon f** in the whip Came twice, it was good, still ain’t loving the dick He the type to get finessed, still ain’t loving the trick Can you match these bands or can you match this whip? I put b**hes in they place and I make b**h n***as drip Can he match these bands or can he match this whip? Finesse that n***a for that bag, and take my b**hes on trips Hook: From the D to the motherf**in’ M, real rap sh** b**hes poppin’ p**y in a bando, on a mattress Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip n***as from Miami spend that money, imma tax you You ever seen a real b**h that rub yo nuts and hold a Mac clip I swear these b**hes weaker than they braids, imma snatch them Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky Hop out with that sticky, it was reekin’ like some cat piss Verse 2: I got 50s, nothing shorter Pop that p**y, Travis potter All this money, like a hoarder Boy you broke, you out of order Look, it drip just like a faucet Want my number? It’s gon cost ya All these diamonds around my neck and on my face could start an auction Hood n***as, they some freaks 100K up in these streets Make yo n***a lick my feet Steak and shrimp we like to eat These b**hes ain’t my friends These hoes act like fans Get rich the best revenge Asian with it, never pretend In yo feelings like a b**h n***as lying on they dick I be sliding on yo b**h I put that iron on her wig If you want it we got smoke Twin tookas let it blow Put that boy up onna scope Rearrange yo f**in nose Outro: Can he match these bands or can he match this whip? Finesse that n***a for that bag, and take my b**hes on trips [2x] Gang!