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Asian Doll – Miami Lyrics

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Asian Doll – Miami Lyrics

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[Intro]
Public service a m———-g announcement! Broke n—-s in the back, rich n—-s in the front

[Hook/Chorus]
From the D to the m———-g M, real rap s–t
B—–s popping p—y in a bando, on a mattress
Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip
N—-s 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—–s weaker than they braids, imma snatch them
Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky
Hop out with that sticky, it was reeking like some cat p–s

[Verse 1]
Boy you a rookie, eat the cookie
Tell me how it taste, I spend like 40 on my b—–s
Times was rough, we had to pray
N—-s all up in my ear, just for that bag I had to wait
I put b—–s on they feet, cut down the grass and saw a snake
Up in Florida, p—y water
F–k with ballers, Sean Carter
F–k 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—–s like a fan
Get rich was up in the plan
They watching like on demand

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[Refrain]
Dallas girls love a n—a who will slap up a b—h
Buy a doll designer daddy, we gon f–k in the whip
Came twice, it was good, still ain’t loving the d–k
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—–s in they place and I make b—h n—-s drip
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip? Finesse that n—a for that bag, and take my b—–s on trips

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[Hook/Chorus]
From the D to the m———–g M, real rap s–t
B—–s popping p—y in a bando, on a mattress
Came up by myself, he say I’m lucky like a backflip
N—-s 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—–s weaker than they braids, imma snatch them
Pop out with that Louie on my feet, designer tacky
Hop out with that sticky, it was reeking like some cat p–s

[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—-s, they some freaks
100K up in these streets
Make yo n—a lick my feet
Steak and shrimp we like to eat
These b—–s 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—-s lying on they d–k
I be sliding on yo b—h
I put that iron on wig
If you want it we got smoke
Twin tookas let it blow
Put that boy up onna scope
Rearrange yo f—-n nose

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[Outro]
Can he match these bands or can he match this whip?
Finesse that n—a for that bag, and take my b—–s on trips [2x]
Gang!

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