Cruisin' (In Miami) The Lord Lyrics

Recently Added Lyrics The Lord Cruisin' (In Miami)


Coin, you know...
I'm the realest nigga they ever met
(Laughs)

(Coin is making beats again)

Coin is making beats again
Nigga!

Cruisin'-
Cruisin' in Miami in my Outback
Crusin' in Miami in my Outback
Cruisin' in Miami in my Outback
Wit' two babes
(Wit' two baaaabes)

One uh dem friend dumped me over text: cellular
The other one been trynna sex me,
Won't tell the truth, tho

Put her in the back uh da 'Back
When we came to blows,
She went too low
(She went too low)

Yo...

And that boy still trynna sex me
I might have to block him
Might give him a lil cease & desist letter
But that still won't stop him...

Spray on my Christian Dior parfum...
Like conference calls,
My car go Zoom...
When I'm down in Miami
Top Back
Playin' all my jammies

Cruisin' in Miami in my Outback
Smokin out back of my hotel on Park Ave...
Cruisin'-
Cruisin' in Miami in my Outback
And we got the loud pack
Pulled over and got out that

(Coin is making beats again)

One uh dem friend dumped me over text: cellular
The other one been trynna sex me,
Won't tell the truth, tho
Put her in the back uh da 'Back
When we came to blows,
She went too low
(She went too low...)

Yo,
Where are my Comrades at?
No Spy
Flow meaner than ya average guy
They call it Ver-Sailes
I call it Ver-Sai'
They must be Grouplovin'
They soundin' tongue-tied

Shoutout to that band in
ALL CAPS
But this beat was produced by Coin...
Told him my beefcake always on top
And he eat me up like sirloins
('loins...)