Miami Hotboy lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, okay
Ayy, okay
Yeah, okay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, okay
Yeah, okay

[Verse 1]
She got a name that I can't pronounce
I'm Miami Hotboy, make that [?] bounce
How I treat my n*ggas is a different system
How I treat my b*tches, they some hand-me-downs
Rollin' crazy on that 9-I-5
I got my n*ggas with me, we was born to die
I tell her pass the pot or pass the bottle back
I gotta hit the sack and now f*ck, I'm high
I'm a dirty bast*rd, smoke grey
Livin' that day-by-day, it's okay
b*tch, I been up all night, I got that ass in sight
And I'm about to dig in that grave
b*tch, you look good tonight, let me tell you somethin'
Are they f*ckin' me? Yeah, it ain't for nothing
I'm Miami Hotboy, girl you know it's me
So take those panties off, I got a date at three
I'm a poster child for all these f*ck n*ggas
I ride around my city like the f*ck, n*gga?
Where the party at? Where the Bacardi at?
She take a sip that, sh*t, now she f*ckin' n*ggas
I'm a little well known how I beat the beaker
It's a science, n*gga, you gotta meet the teacher
Chemistry or not, I got my di*k inside her
Look at that ass, thank you Jesus
[Interlude]
God damn, that's a fat f*ckin' ass, mane
Ayy, straight the f*ck up, y—you ever done porn before?
I'm—I'm sorry
Alright, alright, alright, I was just— I'm sorry
Alright, we cool? (Ayy, ayy)
We cool? (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Bounce on my di*k, lemme see you hit a split
I go f*ck around and throw your ass a 20-dollar-tip
Look at me, do I look like the type that has some kids?
Open up that f*ckin' mouth
I'ma show you how I finish, bing
Back in the party, I'm gettin' too turnt
Smokin' a blunt of that indica Earth
Brandon look at me like, "n*gga, you good?"
I just fell on the b*tch but I vomited first
Start the car n*gga, we gotta disperse
In the purse of that b*tch I f*cked, pounded that Perc
Hold my card, n*gga, we 'bouta be rich
It's Miami Hotboy sayin' here, Merry Christmas
So we went back to smokin', tokin', rollin'
Miami Hotboy, man, I am the chosen one
The son of myself, I created the god
So I look like a man but, yeah, I am the boss
Take it back to the days rappin' for nothin'
The fun of it, really, killin' all discussion
But now I'm the king and I feel like the ruler
So when you see me you gon' think that I'm cooler
Walk up to yo' b*tch and ask if she knew him (No babe!)
Yes, you do, don't act stupid
"Look, Fukkit that n*gga, you know it, I know it"
"So stop actin' petty, you j*rked him or blew him?"
That's how it is, then I promise you, n*gga
Gimme two more years, doubt me? I'll prove it
Hush it, I rep it up, talkin' or groovin' to duke it, my n*gga
Miami, we movin'
[Interlude]
Dope, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Right now, man, I'm Miami Hotboy (Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, hah)
I'm Miami Hotboy (Ayy, okay, ayy, okay)
I'm Miami Hotboy (Ayy, okay, ayy, okay)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, bing, bing, bing, bing, okay)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

[Chorus]
It's Miami Hotboy (Okay)
Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay)
Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay, okay)
Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay)
It's Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay, yeah)
Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay, ayy)
Miami Hotboy (Okay, okay, okay, ayy)
Miami Hotboy (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
It's Miami Hotboy (O-o-o-o-okay, okay)

[Outro]
n*gga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, man
Yeah