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K Camp - 3am In Miami Lyrics

"3AM In Miami" lyrics K Camp Lyrics "3AM In Miami"

Yeah
Yeah
(It's that trappin' London fa' sho')

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Luxury my fashion, keep them pretty bitches under me
I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave, y'all boys some sons to me

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Big ass cuban chain 'round my neck, that bitch get heavy
I'ma put this dick inside your gut if you let me

Baby, I'm too player, I be kickin' shit like Messi
Pull it out my Polos when you slob, make sure it's messy
Both of 'em tryna fuck, I could have sworn y'all hoes was besties
Hoe, you know I'm covered in this ice, Wayne Gretzky
Hoe, you keep on prayin' to the lord, how 'bout you bless me?
Steppin' in some Pradas, I don't wear no damn Giuseppes
You might think it's light when we move, but it's heavy
Yeah, I need that mula (Uh), guap (Uh), fedi (Uh)

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Luxury my fashion, keep them pretty bitches under me
I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave, y'all boys some sons to me

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Big ass cuban chain 'round my neck, that bitch get heavy
I'ma put this dick inside your gut if you let me

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Luxury my fashion, keep them pretty bitches under me
I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave, y'all boys some sons to me

Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Let that money talk to me
Big ass cuban chain 'round my neck, that bitch get heavy
I'ma put this dick inside your gut if you let me

Baby, I'm too player, I be kickin' shit like Messi
Pull it out my Polos when you slob, make sure it's messy
Both of 'em tryna fuck, I could have sworn y'all hoes was besties
Hoe, you know I'm covered in this ice, Wayne Gretzky
Hoe, you keep on prayin' to the lord, how 'bout you bless me?
Steppin' in some Pradas, I don't wear no damn Giuseppes
You might think it's light when we move, but it's heavy
Yeah, I need that mula (Uh), guap (Uh), fedi (Uh)