Lyrics For MIA- URAQT

"URAQT"

Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phoneYou Fuck my Man and Wreck my home,I'll get my bro to rob your phone [x4]

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 HeAre tighter than R.Kelly in his teens You fucking With My man And you text him all the timeYou 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 [x2]

U R A Q T

Is your Dad a dealer Cause you're dope to meYou Throw them Balls across the country You win gold medals for when you're with meYou Big Dummy

Right then, It's On [x8]

He ain't no Word for scrabbleYou don't get points for doubles Menage Trois Lalalalala I'll bill you for your droudlesYou done lost your marbleLike a ball I'll make you dribbleYour the shrapnels in the rubbleI'm a raging bull, a rebelIt's all about the low-blow brown GirlThe No blood, no Love hot girlThe jnkn jnkn jumping off the decks girlThe jnkn jnkn jumping off the rocks girlYou big Dummy

U R A Q T

Is your Dad a dealer Cause you're dope to meYou Throw them Balls across the countryYou win gold medals for when you're with meYou Big Dummy Right then, It's on [x16]

You Big Dummy!