Mia
I been going M-I-A, losing touch today
Don't you know I been doing this day by day
Playing with ya life and you gon' end up dead
You gon' end up dead, all this blood on my shirt dripping red
We aim at your dome, we aim at ya head
Load up with lead, damn, body bag in trunk
And it's fully tagged up and fully masked up, ugh!
Set up the coffin, recording the chor', no we not stopping
Quit making me laugh, I'm killing my half
I don't work for no one
I told you, I'm not with the staff
Ya viene el tiempo, corriendo en tempo
Corriendo con miedo, ya no vale ni pedo
El malo adentro y el malo invento
Perdone no lo siento, ooh
I lost all of the feelings I had, I don't feel a thing
Man, this shit getting deep
I drop any song and they starting to peep
You been having my song on repeat, so just take a seat
You gotta relax, it was never that deep
I been chasing my dreams, Look at the people I meet
Now you tryna doubt me and you see the clout on me
I'm doing my best, I look at the dirt, you doing your worse
So, stop hitting me up
I don't really care no more, more
I been going M-I-A, losing touch today
Don't you know I been doing this day by day
Playing with ya life and you gon' end up dead
You gon' end up dead, all this blood on my shirt dripping red
We aim at your dome, we aim at ya head
Load up with lead, damn, body bag in trunk
And it's fully tagged up and fully masked up, ugh!
Set up the coffin, recording the chor', no we not stopping
Quit making me laugh, I'm killing my half
I don't work for no one
I told you, I'm not with the staff
Don't you know I been doing this day by day
Playing with ya life and you gon' end up dead
You gon' end up dead, all this blood on my shirt dripping red
We aim at your dome, we aim at ya head
Load up with lead, damn, body bag in trunk
And it's fully tagged up and fully masked up, ugh!
Set up the coffin, recording the chor', no we not stopping
Quit making me laugh, I'm killing my half
I don't work for no one
I told you, I'm not with the staff
Ya viene el tiempo, corriendo en tempo
Corriendo con miedo, ya no vale ni pedo
El malo adentro y el malo invento
Perdone no lo siento, ooh
I lost all of the feelings I had, I don't feel a thing
Man, this shit getting deep
I drop any song and they starting to peep
You been having my song on repeat, so just take a seat
You gotta relax, it was never that deep
I been chasing my dreams, Look at the people I meet
Now you tryna doubt me and you see the clout on me
I'm doing my best, I look at the dirt, you doing your worse
So, stop hitting me up
I don't really care no more, more
I been going M-I-A, losing touch today
Don't you know I been doing this day by day
Playing with ya life and you gon' end up dead
You gon' end up dead, all this blood on my shirt dripping red
We aim at your dome, we aim at ya head
Load up with lead, damn, body bag in trunk
And it's fully tagged up and fully masked up, ugh!
Set up the coffin, recording the chor', no we not stopping
Quit making me laugh, I'm killing my half
I don't work for no one
I told you, I'm not with the staff
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Writer(s): Milton Carrera
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