M.I.A. - Uraqt lyrics

rate me

Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone

Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone

You Fuck my Man and Wreck my home,

I'll get my bro to rob your phone

You Big Dummy

Now Could it be that me and He

Are tighter than J-lo in her jeans

And Could it be that me and He

Are tighter than R.Kelly in his teens

You fucking With My man

And you text him all the time

You might've had him once

But I got him all the time

Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone

Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone

You Fuck my Man and Wreck my home,

I'll get my bro to rob your phone

U R A Q T

Is your Dad a dealer Cause you're dope to me

You Throw them Balls across the country

You win gold medals for when you're with me

You Big Dummy

Right then, It's On

He ain't no Word for scrabble

You don't get points for doubles

Menage Trois Lalalalala

I'll bill you for your droudles

You done lost your marble

Like a ball I'll make you dribble

Your the shrapnels in the rubble

I'm a raging bull, a rebel

It's all about the low-blow brown Girl

The No blood, no Love hot girl

The jnkn jnkn jumping off the decks girl

The jnkn jnkn jumping off the rocks girl

You big Dummy

U R A Q T

Is your Dad a dealer Cause you're dope to me

You Throw them Balls across the country

You win gold medals for when you're with me

You Big Dummy

Right then, It's on

You Big Dummy