Miami Vice Lyrics – Luchè ft Sfera Ebbasta & Simba La Rue

Miami Vice Lyrics by Luchè is a new italian song by Luchè, featuring Sfera Ebbasta and Simba La Rue. The track is released on LucheOfficialChannel’s official YouTube channel, written by Sfera Ebbasta, Sneikinthewaves, Luchè, Simba La Rue, Geeno & Rico (ITA), and produced by Geeno & Voga. Delivered with brash confidence and cinematic flair, Miami Vice offers a gritty, high-energy experience that captures the extravagant, rebellious, and hedonistic sides of street luxury and urban dominance.

The lyrics of Miami Vice embrace themes of opulence, raw street realism, and power-driven fantasy. Set against the backdrop of luxury vehicles, designer labels, and exotic locales like Miami Beach, the song merges high fashion with criminal edge, creating a world where wealth, violence, and fame collide. The rappers craft a bold, hyper-masculine narrative filled with adrenaline, excess, and street loyalty, alluding to a lifestyle fueled by survival and self-indulgence. It’s both a celebration of success and a critique of the chaos it brings.

Miami Vice Details

Song	Miami Vice
Album	Il mio lato peggiore
Artists	Luchè
Featuring Artists	Sfera Ebbasta & Simba La Rue
Written By	Sfera Ebbasta, Sneikinthewaves, Luchè, Simba La Rue, Geeno & Rico (ITA)
Produced By	Geeno & Voga
Label	LucheOfficialChannel
Language	Italian
Released Date	May 15, 2025

Miami Vice Lyrics

[Intro: Luchè]
Queen size bed, le viene la syndrome di Tourette
Miami Beach, Delta Air, sei puttane e una Corvette
Sputo in bocca, spring break, ho un’iguana al guinzaglio (Ehi)
Fumo e sembra un T-Rex, business class in ski mask (Ehi, ehi)
Que pongan Voga
Fratemo Geeno

[Ritornello: Luchè & Sfera Ebbasta]
Queen size bed, le viene la syndrome di Tourette
Miami Beach, Delta Air, sei puttane e una Corvette
Sputo in bocca, spring break, ho un’iguana al guinzaglio
Fumo e sembra un T-Rex, business class in ski mask (Uh)
Queen size bed, le viene la syndrome di Tourette
Miami Beach, Delta Air, sei puttane e una Corvette
Sputo in bocca, spring break, ho un’iguana al guinzaglio
Fumo e sembra un T-Rex, business class in ski mask (Money Gang)

[Strofa 1: Sfera Ebbasta]
La Corvette è nera corvina, mio fra’ pure in casa si mette lo ski mask (Lo ski mask)
Mila diventano milli (Un million), Rolex diventano Richard (Audemars)
Parla la miseria da dentro un Mercedes, contando una pila (Lambo)
Lei vuole me solo perché sa che posso cambiarle la vita
Baby, Bottega Veneta fino ai piedi (Chanel)
Ho venduto tutto tranne i sentimenti
Lei vende il culo per le mini Kelly (Hermès)
Bimbi sono pronti a farti la pelle mentre pernotti in hotel cinque stelle
Giro a Scampia con addosso i gioielli perché sono amico di Emanuele

[Ritornello: Luchè]
Q-Q-Queen size bed, le viene la syndrome di Tourette
Miami Beach, Delta Air, sei puttane e una Corvette
Sputo in bocca, spring break, ho un’iguana al guinzaglio
Fumo e sembra un T-Rex, business class in ski mask (Uh)

[Strofa 2: Luchè]
Non rispetto più nessuno, mors tua vita mea (Uh)
Urlo: “Fuck the police” mentre mi scopo una dea
T-T-Ti fanno in flip-flops in pieno giorno come a Rio
Conto due milioni in cash, cash, forse credo in Dio

[Ritornello: Luchè]
Queen size bed, le viene la syndrome di Tourette
Miami Beach, Delta Air, sei puttane e una Corvette
Sputo in bocca, sprint break, ho un’iguana al guinzaglio
Fumo e sembra un T-Rex, business class in ski ma–

[Parte II]

[Intro: Luchè]
Voga on the beat
Ehi, ehi, ehi

[Strofa 1: Luchè]
Se prometto, non mantengo, tengo solo tempo per andare a tempo
Premio Tenco, premendo il grilletto sotto a un temporale
Voglio Kendall, voglio Kylie e fumo cali
Apro locali in lungomare, il mio amico a quel festival
Due Ferrari sgommano, diamanti pogano
Corpi a pezzi nel cofano, conti aperti nello store di Vuitton
Il bon ton, il bottone in quarzo, sono pazzo come marzo
Come Ciro Di Marzio, punto un AK dal terrazzo
Lei lo prende e la ringrazio per il prezzo
In cinque come i Jackson, in giro insieme a Enzo
Incinta solo se balliamo dancehall, un incendio che sa di incenso
Se gli brucio lo stipendio, non ha senso se ci penso

[Ritornello: Luchè]
No-No-Non ha senso se ci penso, non ha senso se ci penso
No-No-Non ha senso se ci penso, non ha senso se ci penso
No-No-Non ha senso se ci penso, ehi
Non ha senso se ci penso, non ha senso se ci penso
No-No-No-No– (No)

[Strofa 2: Simba La Rue]
Ma-Magari volare a Miami
Palme, Miami, mi ami?
Ricco, giovane, Lamine Yamal (Sì)
Ho tanto da insegnarti, la galera me la mangio
A cena con le sbarre, impanate, no avanzi (Ah-ah)
Da anni non prendo un taxi, solo mezzi pesanti (Da anni)
Sono bello rilassato, il sedile mi fa i massaggi (Uoh)
Vengo dalla [?] col cachet
Ragazzini sui cinquantini ti fanno il Cartier (Il polso)
Vuoi sapere il mio cachet? (Quant’è?) Quant’è il cachet
Camoscio le mie scarpe, no, non calpestarmele
Mascherati, carnevale, non è carnevale
Abbiamo un ferro a testa imboscato nelle palle

[Ritornello: Luchè]
No-No-Non ha senso se ci penso, non ha senso se ci penso
No-No-Non ha senso se ci penso, non ha senso se ci penso
No-No-Non ha senso se ci penso, ehi
Non ha senso se ci penso, non ha senso se ci penso
No-No-No-No–

Miami Vice Lyrics Meaning

[Intro: Luchè]
Luchè opens the track with a surreal and chaotic snapshot of Miami excess. The queen-size bed, references to Tourette syndrome, and a leash-held iguana suggest a disorienting mix of sex, drugs, and bizarre imagery. The allusions to spring break, Delta Air, and luxury vehicles underscore a theme of unrestrained pleasure and flamboyance, while the ski mask hints at the ever-present danger and outlaw spirit behind the glamour.

[Ritornello: Luchè & Sfera Ebbasta]
This shared hook by Luchè and Sfera Ebbasta encapsulates the song’s duality: lavishness and recklessness. The repetition of luxury symbols like the Corvette and Miami Beach, paired with jarring acts like spitting and wearing ski masks in business class, conveys an intoxicating mix of elite access and raw aggression. It reflects how the characters revel in their rule-breaking lifestyles, untouched by norms or consequences.

[Strofa 1: Sfera Ebbasta]
Sfera Ebbasta dives into the heart of street capitalism—transforming thousands into millions, Rolexes into Richard Mille watches. He blends street wisdom with luxury imagery, noting how poverty now speaks from the seat of a Mercedes. Women are drawn to him for the life-changing potential he embodies, and danger lurks behind the five-star façade, with young accomplices ready for violence. His name-dropping of neighborhoods and designer brands paints a vivid picture of a man who’s risen but never disconnected from his roots.

[Ritornello: Luchè]
The refrain returns with even more intensity, emphasizing the bizarre and extravagant lifestyle at play. Luchè reinforces the themes of wealth, dominance, and surreal imagery. The ski mask continues to serve as a symbol of blurred lines between luxury and illegality, identity and anonymity.

[Strofa 2: Luchè]
In this aggressive verse, Luchè sheds all deference. Proclaiming “mors tua vita mea” (your death, my life), he embraces a ruthless survival instinct. His rejection of authority and indulgence in godlike pleasures echo a nihilistic edge. The mention of Rio and cash piles heightens the atmosphere of global decadence, where morality dissolves in the pursuit of dominance and money.

[Ritornello: Luchè]
The hook reprises with force, reinforcing the song’s hypnotic repetition and sensory overload. Luchè’s delivery channels the compulsive nature of excess and the detachment that wealth can breed.

[Intro: Luchè] (Parte II)
The second part begins with a stripped-down intro, setting the stage for a more reflective yet still flamboyant continuation. The repetition of “Ehi” hints at a build-up, maintaining tension and swagger.

[Strofa 1: Luchè]
This section shows Luchè turning poetic and introspective while retaining bravado. He references literary accolades like the Tenco Prize in the same breath as violent metaphors, creating a contrast between high culture and street justice. Mentions of Kendall, Kylie, and beachfront ventures mix fantasy with real-world ambition. There’s a constant oscillation between romanticized criminality and artistic expression, all laced with madness and unpredictability.

[Ritornello: Luchè]
In this reflective hook, Luchè repeats the phrase “Non ha senso se ci penso” (It doesn’t make sense if I think about it), suggesting a dissonance between his lifestyle and its emotional toll. The repetition evokes an inner conflict, a realization that the hedonism and violence may lack meaning upon deeper thought.

[Strofa 2: Simba La Rue]
Simba La Rue brings gritty authenticity, blending his aspirations for Miami with hardened street experiences. He references jail, massaging car seats, and luxurious fashion in a single breath, symbolizing the contradiction of rising from rough beginnings to indulgent living. His verse carries a threat-laced swagger, culminating in a bold statement about concealed weapons and masked identities, grounding the song’s high-life imagery in real street danger.

[Ritornello: Luchè]
The final hook deepens the existential reflection. While the lifestyle is glamorous, Luchè hints again that it lacks substance. The phrase’s repetition mirrors a haunting inner monologue, making it clear that beneath the wealth and chaos lies a void that success hasn’t filled.

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