M.I.A ft. Newman Lyrics

Nah nah nah you don ripped this shit apart

Lockjaw I ain't really tryna talk

I know it's sad but I'm sad too

But tell me who don went sent you

I see through your lies

Right through your eyes

Realized you be switching disguise

I focus on the signs

I can't ignore how stormy

It gets with you

I'm fucking up a plate

I spend every day proper

I'm switching up the whips

Like bitches switching gossip

I gotta get

All that Caesar

Even the croutons

Acting like we

Wasn't on the type of shit we on

Figures falling

She gon make it hurricane

Like ay bay bay

They ain't nothing

Get specific

All them niggas round the way

All the doors

Kicking em down

Now they like wings up on a plane

You know I'm finna get those

Wrist on froze

Whips it ain't back in the day

Rip the shit apart

I ain't really trynna talk

Ain't shit sweet

And they got way too much salt

40 piece that's when I pivot

With my niggas split the difference

All the blessings for the syndicate

Yeah

I feel no pressure

And no limit

I invented how to get it

Cannot be stressing

I ain't stressing shit

Flawless

Yeah she flawless

She must be a fortune teller

Cause she know I got it

M.I.A

They M.I.A

If they not wit us

They

Just in the way

You could never feel the same

These niggas fake

Busy counting

I need layers

On the plate

M.I.A

Nah nah nah I pop out bigger plays

What would you know you still got something to say

Pick up on those I pick up on your plays

Brb do like Vip see me M.I.A

Nah nah nah you don ripped this shit apart

You left me with lockjaw I ain't really tryna talk

It's a little sad but I'm really sad too

Mm yeah M.I.A like I never met you

Onto better things no offense

Don't get defensive

I got a modest taste

C'est la vie

I like it different

Made some new friends

And we turn up

In a minute

Bother me today

They might write you up a ticket

Overseas I got no business

With the sharks

Nigga please I'm a thug

I shoot for stars

I'm on the March

Like I'm a troop

I got a propaganda

I do not relate to your rules

I got zero manners

Nana nana

This shit getting old

Banner banner

I be getting bold

FaceTime

I don't pick up telephones

Decline

I ain't know you wasn't home

Dubbing y'all for the pesos

Me and niggas at Mardi Gras

Bitches fight like anime

You might think it's holocaust

802 in the mosh pit

I'm feeling lawless yeah I'm lawless

proud of shawty when she talk less

When she bra less

M.I.A

They M.I.A

If they not wit us

They

Just in the way

You could never feel the same

These niggas fake

Busy counting

I need layers

On the plate

M.I.A