Dr. Miami Lyrics

[Intro]
Traphouse Mob
Luca on the track

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Junction sides, 1655, you know the vibe
They said I wouldn't make it, well, I guess they lied
I might smoke your top five right on sight
That's old rappers, new rappers alike
I heard he got knocked for his ice, I guess
He ain't really 'bout what he write
I walk in, they say I'm a legend
I flex like a wrestler, this shit get excessive
Yeah, I'm with a baddie and she tryna eat me
Yeah, she call me daddy, I put her to sleep
That's a freak off the leash, send her back, he ain't P
I'm off the acid like three times this week
Mind on my money, that's gang over bitches
Had hustler's ambition since 5th was in kitchens
Yeah I'm from the Bush, a long way from them benches
Carti-Cartier vintage, Bottega, exquisite
Grab on her ass, so she know that I meant it
Might pour me an eight, rest in peace to my nigga A$AP
Big smoke, big glow, big Juice, big goat
Big dope, hop out and “skerrt", on a nympho
Same ones day one, bitch, ten toes
See y'all jacking the wave, y'all ain't low
[Chorus: Zombie Juice]
On tour, I ain't gettin' no sleep
So high, probably catch a nosebleed
You ain't from here, don't come here
'Cause you might get leaned, ain't talking double cup
Got the chopper on the scene like
How you gon' rat on the team like
How you switch up, but you gang like
These rappers ain't bout what they sayin' "Na-na, na-na"
No, I don't miss you, but I need to nut
She went to Dr. Miami, she up
Twisting the La in the wraith getting ducked
Like, what?
No, I don't miss you, but I need to nut
She went to Dr. Miami, she up
Twisting the La in the wraith getting ducked

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
Vest with the gloves, mask with the hoodie
Die for respect, back on my bully Ferraris and Lambos, the baddies with goodies
Don't pay me in love, bitch, pay me in p*ssy
Don't pay me in love, bitch, pay me in p*ssy (Pay me)
Don't pay me in love
Bl-blunt and a bitch, K in the vest
Send me the addy, I'm makin' a mess
She soakin' the mattress and makin' it wet
Icy-frio, fresh off the jet
It's no fun if she don't cum
She can take it, she don't run
She just got her body done
That new ass a lot of fun
Apple bottom, Georgia peach
Can't predict the future, but I know her juice is worth the squeeze
I was tryna sex your body way before the surgeries
Way before the fat transfers, I was tryna bend you backwards
Madness, traffic
Her head in my lap, I'm runnin' the lights (Vroom)
I make a call, you'll be dead by tonight (Boom, dead)
I make a call, tell her "Be there by nine"
What she gon' do? Be there by nine
I dogged that bitch, tell her "Show me a trick"
Made the dick disappear with her brand new lips
You spit, D'Ussé, few sips, snatch waist, huge hips
Lotta things changed but
That p*ssy got the same grip, that same grip
[Chorus: Zombie Juice]
On tour, I ain't gettin' no sleep
So high, probably catch a nosebleed
You ain't from here, don't come here
'Cause you might get leaned, ain't talking double cup
Got the chopper on the scene like
How you gon' rat on the team like
How you switch up, but you gang like
These rappers ain't ‘bout what they sayin' "Na-na, na-na"
No, I don't miss you, but I need to nut
She went to Dr. Miami, she up
Twisting the La in the wraith getting ducked
Like, what?
No, I don't miss you, but I need to nut
She went to Dr. Miami, she up
Twisting the La in the wraith getting ducked

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