MIA

(Key Kelly, you made this one?)

Skip that line, n****, I don't wait
And I got a bad bitch tryna slide on me, she said she five away
And no, I can't ever leave the studio, know I'm there all day
And these n****s never gon' get no drop on me, I've been M.I.A.
You know I've been M.I.A.

Yeah, you ain't ever gonna find me
I might go and get two watches on the wrist, that perfect timing
I've been puttin' in that work, n****, already know that I have been grinding
Even if I drop the lo', I already know that boy isn't sliding, oh, yeah
I don't wanna hear you talk 'bout love, bitch, you've been passed around
Yeah, you wanna talk 'bout cash and money, n****, look at my bank account
Yeah, n****s ain't makin' this shit like me, n****, gettin' that large amount
Yeah, and we finna shoot that stick on three, so listen for my count
One, two, three, we gon' let it shoot
Big boy bands, jumpin' out the coupe
Finna crash out, dummy Bandicoot
If I wasn't me, I'd be mad too
N****s swore we friends, I could see through
In the black Benz, windows tinted too
N****s talkin', I ain't hearin' you
Fearin' no man, I'm not fearin' you

Skip that line, n****, I don't wait
And I got a bad bitch tryna slide on me, she said she five away
And no, I can't ever leave the studio, know I'm there all day
And these n****s never gon' get no drop on me, I've been M.I.A., been M.I.A
Skip that line, n****, I don't wait
And I got a bad bitch tryna slide on me, she said she five away
And no, I can't ever leave the studio, know I'm there all day
And these n****s never gon' get no drop on me, I've been M.I.A., been M.I.A. (Key Kelly, you made this one?)

Smoke out the crib, gun in your face (Brrt)
Pour another cup, in love with the taste
Really freaky whore want a lil' taste
Roll another one, I don't like the drank
I'll go M.I.A., buy another chain
I'll go M.I.A., runnin' to the bank
I'll go M.I.A., runnin' from the pain
I'll go missin' 'fore I lose my brain
I wan' buy another pistol (Yeah)
So much money I could buy another bitch
Realest n****, all my hoes picky
Really high, I smoke straight pissy
Red beams, they straight glisten
Red beams, they really pissed
Smoke in my eyes, I'm really lit
Dirty Sprite, I'm really lit
Perfect timin', can't forget
Break her heart and blow her a kiss
Random thoughts, I might go missin', we just left Miami lit (Woah)
Woke up, might go M.I.A., woke up, buy some brand new shit (Might go M.I.A.)

Skip that line, n****, I don't wait
And I got a bad bitch tryna slide on me, she said she five away
And no, I can't ever leave the studio, know I'm there all day
And these n****s never gon' get no drop on me, I've been M.I.A., been M.I.A. (Key Kelly, you made this one?)



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