M.I.A.

M.I.A. - A.m.p lyrics

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[M.I.A]

It's M.I.A

(Yeah! Yeah! Hey!)



Don't bring me down there, don't bother me

You can't take me, you want me, pay me

You can't 2Pac me, you can't Biggie me

I got a bikini with a balcony in Bequia

Don't wanna check me, gonna have to sack me

I keep on coming back, you freaking met me

I am proactive, run the prospective

Back on, I'm active, with matching red lipstick



Baby got back, I got front

You got a stack, I got a trunk

You got some junk, throw it in the bank

You think you get this, but that's what you think



All my people say...

All my people say...



I'm not on seven, I'm on eleven

The difference is kind of like Devon and Yemen

When I get Oman, I say "Yeah, man"

I'll open up a club and fill it strictly full of women

My momma go to church, she says "Amen"

She also says why are men teaming up with demons

I love all men, they all take me to Heaven

I can't keep myself in church like a Mormon



Baby got back, I got front

You got a stack, I got a trunk

You got some junk, throw it in the bank

You think you get this, but that's just what you think



All my people say

All my people say



[?], I'm a sight for [?]

I fight the boss, I free up a lot

Like Chinese are [?], put it in a [?]

Encrypt, encode it, and I'll put it on your laptop...
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Language: English

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