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M.I.A Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Tracy
Featuring: Lil Candy Paint
Length: 2:21
Written by: Jazz Ishmael Butler, Kevin Jenkins




Lil Tracy - M.I.A Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Candy Paint ]

(Y-YMAR got this, bitch)
(IanoBeatz)

I get these racks and they come in the fast way (fast way)
I got six figures, I used to be jumping gates (jumping gates)
I'm on the way to one million
I'm on the way, I'm on the way to one million
Bitch, I been working they think that I'm M.I.A (M.I.A)
Bought my bitch a purse, then I put my dick in her face (yeah, yeah)
How the f*ck you broke, boy, is you serious? (Serious)
Get off your ass and get your digits up (let's go)

I don't steal no more, blowing these racks right in the store (racks)
F*ck a Honda Accord, bitch I'm pulling up in a Porsche (skrr)
Just got off the tour, finna get on a another tour (another tour)
Made a hundred racks, finna make a hundred more (racks)
Yeah, I'm dripping, dripping, dripping and she know it
Ooh, she going, f*ck me 'til the mornin' (mornin')
She suck my dick so good, sound like she snorin' (like she snorin')
Next nigga steal my sauce, we goin' to court

I'm fifty floors up in a presidential room
F*ckin' on a bitch named Michelle, like Obama do
If you not getting bands, I can't rock with you
If you not getting bands, I can't rock with you

I get these racks and they come in the fast way (fast way)
I got six figures, I used to be jumping gates (jumping gates)
I'm on the way to one million
I'm on the way, I'm on the way to one million
Bitch, I been working they think that I'm M.I.A (M.I.A)
Bought my bitch a purse, then I put my dick in her face (yeah, yeah)
How the f*ck you broke, boy, is you serious? (Serious)
Get off your ass and get your digits up (let's go)

I'm on tour across country to get some cake
I go dummy, I done make this make money great
I fell out with all my exes, but its straight
Splurgin' on my new ho, eat her rectum, Kevin Gates
I've been somewhere in the hills, so they think I'm I'm M.I.A
I just took another flight, I'm in Paris sippin' drank
All these niggas actin' broke, must be allergic to the bank
You can't stick it to the code, why you go and buy a safe?

I'm fifty floors up in a presidential room
F*ckin' on a bitch named Michelle, like Obama do
If you not getting bands, I can't rock with you
If you not getting bands, I can't rock with you
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(Y-YMAR got this, bitch)
(IanoBeatz)

I get these racks and they come in the fast way (fast way)
I got six figures, I used to be jumping gates (jumping gates)
I'm on the way to one million
I'm on the way, I'm on the way to one million
Bitch, I been working they think that I'm M.I.A (M.I.A)
Bought my bitch a purse, then I put my dick in her face (yeah, yeah)
How the f*ck you broke, boy, is you serious? (Serious)
Get off your ass and get your digits up (let's go)

I don't steal no more, blowing these racks right in the store (racks)
F*ck a Honda Accord, bitch I'm pulling up in a Porsche (skrr)
Just got off the tour, finna get on a another tour (another tour)
Made a hundred racks, finna make a hundred more (racks)
Yeah, I'm dripping, dripping, dripping and she know it
Ooh, she going, f*ck me 'til the mornin' (mornin')
She suck my dick so good, sound like she snorin' (like she snorin')
Next nigga steal my sauce, we goin' to court

I'm fifty floors up in a presidential room
F*ckin' on a bitch named Michelle, like Obama do
If you not getting bands, I can't rock with you
If you not getting bands, I can't rock with you

I get these racks and they come in the fast way (fast way)
I got six figures, I used to be jumping gates (jumping gates)
I'm on the way to one million
I'm on the way, I'm on the way to one million
Bitch, I been working they think that I'm M.I.A (M.I.A)
Bought my bitch a purse, then I put my dick in her face (yeah, yeah)
How the f*ck you broke, boy, is you serious? (Serious)
Get off your ass and get your digits up (let's go)

I'm on tour across country to get some cake
I go dummy, I done make this make money great
I fell out with all my exes, but its straight
Splurgin' on my new ho, eat her rectum, Kevin Gates
I've been somewhere in the hills, so they think I'm I'm M.I.A
I just took another flight, I'm in Paris sippin' drank
All these niggas actin' broke, must be allergic to the bank
You can't stick it to the code, why you go and buy a safe?

I'm fifty floors up in a presidential room
F*ckin' on a bitch named Michelle, like Obama do
If you not getting bands, I can't rock with you
If you not getting bands, I can't rock with you
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Writer: Jazz Ishmael Butler, Kevin Jenkins
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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