Lyrics:
wanna play for you
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Wind me up, people!
Say what the
Wind me up, wind me
money's piling up
I keep gassing up my lungs
I feel it in my vitals
Heard that people talking down on me, their not impressed
And I don't need no
insane
Yeah when I pull up, I always see people who messed up
cll wanting money, tell them shut up
People think it's funny asking where the laughter
I
and flowers lined up at the door
She's sitting in the kitchen by the phone
And thinking that she's scared to be alone
Wishing it would ring
She'd answer
StateFarm's very own armed response
Pull up on clan, do you hear a response?
Don't give these people want they want
Do you know where the other
back pack (What?)
I might pull up with that Louis
You know that I do it
You know that I get that (I get to the bag!)
Never tell lies to my people
My
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
niggas chances, think I'm done with recycling
Them people you in love with? I don't even be liking them
You gas trash niggas up, then I pull up and siphon
play me to the left)
('Fore I pull up with that thing on me)
(I'm shootin', aimin' for the neck)
(And ain't nobody finna bang on me)
Ayy, I just
to fuck it up, I should get a cease and desist
By tomorrow, hell, the cat might pull up and charge you
The clique with me, nigga, might pull up in charter
Written by: Christo Andriopoulos & Konstantin Ladurner
Condo out in MIA
Penthouse out in NY
I was taught to make the most
Hustle & stay fly
People
M.I.A
I miss it all
When we ball
Until we fall
With people hating on us
So we said fuck em all
I member them days
You and me chilling at the mall
had together, Spanish, what the fuck
I was Carlos, she was Mia
Why did they make us choose Spanish names, by the way?
Isn't that insane? (Yes) I
)
Té-ma, je roule la weed, je roule un méga spliff (shot by)
Moi et une bombe latine, pull up sous les platines
Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, oh
J'te fais
spreading light and positivity to my people
We all born to die so I guess that makes us all equal
The higher you go up the more people wanna pull you down
Now old Jack Johnson
He was the toughest man in the whole wide world,
He used walk around whoppin' people up side the head
Makin' all sorts
Yeah yeah yeah
Blessed by Jah like
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Pull up at the gates like
Ra ta ta
Yeah yeah yeah
Blessed by Jah like
Yeah yeah yeah
life I really live
I don’t talk about it
Pick ya favourite movie scene
We could live it out and um
Go crazy, grab ya hair, pull it out
Uh, I got a MIA
of tears
Shooting stars keep passing by
Only Elvis will never die
Mia never suffered and
She asks: "Did you give up dreaming?"
The middle class is in
don’t live by the code
Gang gang really on a mad ting
Taking out people cold
Skirtderdert and mash
Don’t skirtderdert and crash
Some pull up pull up
the better
Take it day by day
Always pray
Bringing light into every space
Lift em up
I won't let us fall astray
This the revival, they thought it was over
But
So be careful how you care for and treat the people you love
As I target my demons, I ask for strength from up above
And even though my eyes are open,
of all the good times we had
When everything was so right
You know I can't pull all the weight by myself
And I feel like that's what I've been doin'
Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex
And I pull up on that lil nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that ay
Where your heart at? I'm gon pour at it like Moet
And she
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