Baby, Sassy, Miami

Baby,, Sassy, Miam4 byychris the poet If she's a Miami baby, she's a sassy baby & she got it from her momma —— Her style,, her steez, she crashes like sea waves & slaps you like sandy breeze, She'll beat on your neck just for fun like the take=no-prisoners Miami sun, She'll stryt up & down Collins & Ocean Drive making a scene & you better be ready to catch her in a fly car when she's decided she's had enough,, & only she decides, you abide,, we all do,, we beg for a chance to wait on her hand & foot,, & if we're good, maybe she'll let us, & nothing but our hot blood sunset cauld be sweetereee.