Donnie Barbossa - Miami lyrics

Tequila, Latina bikini b**hes Cuban music, la vida Es bella Uno dos tres, rum in my veins The sun mixed with ice Had so many, I could fly Ugh give me enchiladas At the Ritz Carlton overlooking the beach Big booty b**h on my sheets Take another sip, another Marlboro hit And we can start this party I should be asleep Have a plane to catch Going to Beverly Hills Looking for property My limousine is waiting I forgot to pick up my Bentley I'll do it next week Tell her, I'll call you next week But next week I'm flying to Paris It's fashion week and I have to meet Ma Cherie But I'm so sad, that I need to leave Miami, Miami, Miami, Miami [Hook] Miami, Miami Where am I? Miami, Miami Where am I? Miami, Miami Where am I? Miami? What is this Miami? What is this Miami? What is this Miami? I feel like a king You are what you think Johnny Depp in ''Rum Diary'' Amber Heard and a cabriolet Smoking till blood I spit Cancer I eat, my liver can't breathe You have to find your poison, Charles Bukowski My pain is k**ed, numbed to d**h by freedom and luxury Wish you were here, so we could eat strawberries and pancakes in Paris And drink the crème del a crème, Dom p She asks me what do you think I make up something stupid Like I really love the innovative style of onyx Has that vibe from the seventies But I don't know sh**, I just came here for the models and drinks In the schedule I got a sold out show in San Siro Tasting fine Italian vino and fashion week in Milano But first I'm heading back to Miami to shoot a video But I'm so sad, that I need to leave Ma chérie in Paris, sad to leave ma chérie I'm going to Miami [Hook] Miami, Miami Where am I? Miami, Miami Where am I? Miami, Miami Where am I? Miami? What is this Miami? What is this Miami? What is this Miami?