Miami Bici [OST] [English translation]

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Miami, mami

I've come to make money,

A thuggish romanian dream,

I've crossed the ocean,

For some green, for some dollars, yeah

Killos are floating on the ocean,

Miami latino thug,

I wanna get myself a villa and a mercedes,

Miami bici, chasing money

I run after money, i make it guapo,

Me and my brother make money in tango,

Yeah, yeah, 2 high class imported thugs, yeah

Yeah, so many kilos with no effort, yeah

I'm chasing dollars, i do what i gotta do one way or another,

Romeno mothefucker, weather beaten, a little imp,

Since i was little i dreamed to emigrate, for sure

Born in Romania, well indoctrinated,

Raised in Romania, huge hunger,

Left Romania, i'm feeding my hunger

Some have fantasies, they think they're gangsters, they waste themselfs

Others have no balls, they fall straight on their shnoz 1

Poof, gringa, i'll waste my money on you again,

Wroom, wroom, in a ferrari testa rossa,

The romanian-american dream,

You know how we do it

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Low car hood, let the dollars wave with the wind, hah!

Romanians are the new narcos in Miami,

No petty thief, i plan to do it smart, papi

Hidden in plain sight, like illuminati,

Not on the phone, the Five-O's will hear us, bro

Nobody moves an eyelid when we're sitting in the armchairs, isnt it?

Nobody is running their mouth,

You run your mouth, you disappear along with your car,

Yeah, i'm a high class imported thug, yo

Yeah, so many kilos with no effort, yeah

Killos are floating on the ocean,

Yeah, Romanian but i act like a Colombian

Poof, gringa, i'll waste my money on you again,

Wroom, wroom, in a ferrari testa rossa,

The romanian-american dream,

You know how we do it

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