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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


    Party in the city where the heat is on
    All night, on the beach till the break of dawn
    Welcome to Miami
    Bienvenidos 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 gotsta plead the fifth


    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, evr'ybody got em
    Ain't no surprise in the club to see Sly, Stallone
    Miami, my second home

    Chorus (to fade)

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