Felly Miami Lyrics

[Intro]
All day on the highway, Miami
Leanin' sideways, know my ride look like candy
Fuck them always
Squad ridin' all day

[Verse 1]
You don't mean it
I don't trust motherfuckers, looking wack in this bitch
I be ballin' like Meech, I don't have an assist
If I pull up on a freak, might pass her the dick
I be zag ziggin', patent linen, patent leather
Big rhythms through Hell's Kitchen
Got bad women
Harsh liver
Same jacket
Brain spinning
Foul living
Bitches know the cameras on, (Bitches!)
What you think they actin' for?
Passin' for?
Don't take away the break of dawn
Back and forth, I'll tell you what, I'll tell you what
I take you on a trip to South of Florida
Get the crib, get the girls, and pack the floor
Tell all the promoters to keep my bag in order
All cash so no tax reported
Motherfuckers stay


[Hook]
Ridin' all day on the highway Miami
Leanin' sideways, know my ride look like candy
Fuck them all ways
Squad be ridin all day
On the highway Miami

[Verse 2]