Miami lyrics

Artist  : Will Smith 
Song : Miami



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 Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Miami, uh, uh Southbeach,
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 Miami the base and
the sunset glow Everyday 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  Chorus:  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  Verse
2:  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'ma 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
mommies Screamin (Aii poppy) 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 feed the film  Chorus
 Verse 3:  Don't get me wrong, Shytown got it goin
on An New York is the city that we know don't
sleep An 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
southbeach 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  Chorus to fade