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records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
Slammin' the door I don't care if she a bad bitch
Don't make me bored I got a lot I imagine
A lot for the gang for you ima ration
And I know what it is what
a n**** reach
My dogs will bite you and guess who the n**** leash
I was once told by my n**** Meach
You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach
those
100 pair that I don't wear
Shawty say she got a man
What? and I'm like I don't care
Bitch look at this audemar
Ho look at these clothes I wear
Look
Are you getting back
Coming to the stage is a girl who's new in town
She goes by the name where your stacks at
This pretty little thing I swear
Runaway
M.I.A
I swear this shit just not the same
I just took a flight to LA
I don't know what else there is to say
I told them that I wouldn't fly
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
I said who got the mic to rock
[M.I.A.:]
We do it cheap, hide our money in a heap
Send it home and make 'em study fixing teeth
I got a family, a friend in need
A hand to throw
numb
Sell my soul to get a little bit of time with you
Hello, hello, pick up the phone
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Leave my shit by the back door
I would
on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Rappers say they heavy but they ain't seen my wrist
Got a price to pay and you cant pay the rent
I've been by my lonely
I've been getting to the cash
Got
I've been floating rollercoaster on this dope that I keep smoking
See me by myself or with my gang cos I don't trust no one
Got that holy smoke this
that thing back
And let a nigga get behind it
Throw that thing way back
Now I got whiplash
Whiplash, yeah I'm gone out my fuckin' mind
No Sandra Bullock
like you control it still, I'm just getting high cause' I feel low for real, MIA in my head, I don't know what's real
In my bag M2G, yeah you know
niggas fake
Busy counting
I need layers
On the plate
M.I.A
Nah nah nah I pop out bigger plays
What would you know you still got something to say
Pick up
to get a bollocking...
(recorder clicks on and off here)...the time, I know why 'e got a bollocking, because you, you know, you dunno what the fuck 'e's
they payed the price
To overcome what's on your mind start living for your future prize
Then after time you gon be feeling nice and so I might
Go MIA
salimos de caseria
Esta noche mami es tuya y mia
Y a estos cbrones le pasamos por encima
Might not trap no more but I still got ton of ways of making money
nigga hate, I'm what these niggas hate
Big bands know I don't play, yo' bitch I might just take
Text her she MIA, I'm what these niggas hate
Text her she
so you know that I got problems
Had to duck off from the world lately I'm trying to solve 'em
Been MIA I been playing possum
But if I try and give it
to lead and I don't do follow
Do you think for yourself or is head top hollow
I don't follow what's lit
Got a wifey don't chase bitches
I don't follow
gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come
gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come
And taste, tell her got taste
Judgin' by your past, girl you gotta a lot waist to waste
Mamma mia, oh man, oh man
All I need a candle and a xan
Got enough
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