Lancey Foux – Wait in Miami Lyrics

I call her Miami, she my getaway
I call her Miami, yeah
I call her Miami, yeah-yeah, yeah
I call her Miami, she my getaway
Just where I wanna be for a couple days
I call her when I need her, yeah
I call her Miami, she’s my getaway, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (I call her Miami), oh-oh

Even though she gorgeous, she look badder in Florida
Walk in the room, it’s an audience, everybody stand in form
You don’t need a man, I know, you got your own, I know
I want you in my zone, I want you in my zone

I call her Miami, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Just where I wanna be (Just where I wanna be), yeah-yeah
Just where I wanna be, yeah-yeah
I call her Miami, she’s my getaway
(I call her Miami, I call her Miami)

“Wait”? How are you gonna just tell me, “Wait”? I’ve been here waiting
Y eso—, como te vas a decirme que vas a venir y dejarme aqui
I can’t just wait for you forever, I’ve been waiting, I’ve been waiting
¿Y que mas, vamos a seperar ahora, vamos a quedar juntos?
Dime, what is actually going on? Can you just tell me?
I can’t wait for you, you’re too busy tryna rip people

Part II

Wait, wait
Wait, wait (Jay Trench)
Wait, wait (Skai)
Wait

I ain’t got time talk, see a lil’ shine in my walk
I’m takin’ my time with the— (Whew)
I’m takin’ my time with the Urus
I’m takin’ my time with the Rick
Put all of my baddies in order, I’m closin’ my eyes when I pick
Keep goin’, keep goin’
Yeah, keep goin’, keep goin’ (Chyeah)
Numbers on the boards, count the money, alphabetical order
I can’t put this shit on pause
Smashin’ a baddie, it’s in my aura
Start up the tank on two, let’s go
Start a new swag, I’m feelin’ the dope
Prada balaclava on my nose
I cope the scarf in the back of the boat
I’m rockin’ Berluti, but nobody knows
I wanna say ten on the jacket alone
Wait, wait (Phew)
I know Satan wanna get in my zone
Hells Angels and I’m rockin’ the Chrome
I’m tryna pick up some tings I don’t know
Undecided, so I’m takin’ them both
I’m make some money just off the show
Came with some water, they peel him off

Wait, wait
Wait, wait
I ain’t got time talk
Wait, wait
Wait, wait (let’s go)
I ain’t got time talk
Chyeah, chyeah
Chyeah, chyeah (let’s go)
Chyeah, chyeah
Chyeah, chyeah

They don’t get this one, let me test this one
Nearly broke that one, let me rest this one
When I sweep this one, finna chest this one
Exit one on a real red rum
Tryna spin this one, then they will get spun
Takin’ a risk on a roulette, won
Too many patterns, I can’t choose one
Got too many baddies, I can’t choose one

Can’t choose one
Baddies, I can’t choose one
Too many baddies, I can’t choose one
I ain’t got time talk
Woah, woah (Take my chains off, yeah)
Woah, woah
I ain’t got time talk
I ain’t got time talk