Miami lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Miami, uh, uh

South Beach, bringin' the heat, uh

Haha, can y'all feel that, can y'all feel that

Jig it out, uh

Here I am, in the place where I come let go

In Miami, the base and the sunset glow

Every day like a mardi gras, everybody party all day

No work, all play, okay

So we sip a little something, lay to rest the spill

Me an' Charlie at the bar, runnin' up a high bill

Nothin' less than ill, when we dress to kill

Everytime the ladies pass, they be like 'Hi, Will'

Can y'all feel me, all ages and races

Real sweet faces

Every different nation: Spanish, Hatian, Indian, Jamaican

Black, White, Cuban, and Asian

I only came for two days of playing

But everytime I come I always wind up stayin'

This the type of town I could spend a few days in

Miami, the city that keeps the roof blazin'

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Party in the city where the heat is on

All night, on the beach till the break of dawn

Welcome to Miami

Buenvenidos a Miami

Bouncin' in the club where the heat is on

All night, on the beach till the break of dawn

I'm goin' to Miami

Welcome to Miami

Yo I heard the rainstorms ain't nothin' to mess with

But I can't feel a drip on the strip, it's a trip

Ladies half-dressed, fully equipped

And they be screamin' out, 'Will we loved your last hit'

So I'm thinkin' I'mma scoot me somethin' hot

In this south-sea merengue melting pot

Hottest club in the city, and it's right on the beach

Temperature get to ya, it's about to reach

Five-hundred degrees, in the carribean seas

With the hot mamis screaming '¡Ay papi!'

Everytime I come to town, they be spottin' me

In the drop Bentley, ain't no stoppin' me

So, cash in your door, we flow to this fashion show

Pound for pound anywhere you go

Yo, ain't no city in the world like this

An' if you ask how I know, I gots ta plead the fifth

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Don't get me wrong, Chi-town got it goin' on

And New York is the city that we know don't sleep

And we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy

But on the sneak, Miami bringin' heat for real

Y'all don't understand

I never seen so many Dominican women with cinnimon tans

Mierda, this is the plan

Take a walk on the beach, draw a heart in the sand

Gimmie your hand

Damn, you look sexy

Let's go to my yacht, in the West Keys

Ride my jetskis, loungin' in the palm trees

'Cause you gotta have cheese

For the summerhouse piece on South Beach

Water so clear, you can see to the bottom

Hundred thousand dollar cars, e'ybody got 'em

Ain't no surprise in the club to see Sly, Stallone

Miami, my second home

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