Miami nights, it was all a dream
And my girls yeah she a queen
Da real queen spellin b
She going to borrow some money
Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards
Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.
Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme
Wish i could make ma(bro) ma father a king, and my mother a queen
I got these tats all on my arms
// [you can hold all the cards]
And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart
There are dead sheep in the yards, playing these cards is getting hard
Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck
You shoulda played your cards right, but now you're playing 52 card pick up!
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