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letra de mia - jor’dan armstrong & 1k phew

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[chorus: jor’dan armstrong]
oh, yeah, i’ma go m-i-a (ooh, ooh)
i’ma go m-i-a (deuce, ooh)
fly with no tsa (ooh, ooh)
i’ma go m-i-a (ooh, ooh)

[verse 1: jor’dan armstrong]
tell me your eta (yeah, ayy)
i’ma be on my way (yeah, yeah)
gotta tip my valet (ayy)
they asked me the time, it’s a cartier (yeah)
ooh, diamonds on lemonade, yeah (uh, uh)
i know that a hater gone hate (ooh, ew), yeah
so i’ma go speed race (bye, bye, vroom, vroom)
like, i’m on a speed race (yeah)

[pre-chorus: jor’dan armstrong]
i gotta go, i gotta leave
you won’t believe, they counting on me
so many blessings that i done received
they say that i’m cold, so i gotta freeze
look at my clothes, lv’s on my tees
stomp on the devil like god’s property
i beat the struggle, i prayed on my knees (yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy)

[chorus: jor’dan armstrong]
oh, yeah, i’ma go m-i-a (ooh, ooh)
i’ma go m-i-a (deuce, ooh)
fly with no tsa (ooh, ooh)
i’ma go m-i-a (ooh, ooh)
[verse 2: jor’dan armstrong]
hot like a c4, yeah, i’m bringing the heat though
i got a cheat code, doing it for my people
i fly like an eagle, i see you through the peephole
i see no evil and i move like a diesel

[pre-chorus: jor’dan armstrong]
i gotta go, i gotta leave
you won’t believe, they counting on me
so many blessings that i done received
they say that i’m cold, so i gotta freeze
look at my clothes, lv’s on my tees
stomp on the devil like god’s property
i beat the struggle, i prayed on my knees (yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy)

[chorus: jor’dan armstrong]
oh, yeah, i’ma go m-i-a (ooh, ooh)
i’ma go m-i-a (deuce, ooh)
fly with no tsa (ooh, ooh)
i’ma go m-i-a (ooh, ooh)

[verse 3: 1k phew]
missing in action in miami, shout out m-i-a
pull up to the church in matching coups, tell them it’s p and jay
church girls love r&b, baby girl, just pardon me
when i sit down with police, ain’t sing no harmony
but i thank god that he changed me
i made it up out that dungeon
had to stop all that running (running)
to the tip-top, i’m coming (tip-top)
trying to take me a trip to london
went to ball, i don’t plan on fumbling
i was hungry, stomach grumbling
had to flip my life, i’m tumbling (tumbling)
let’s go, m-i-a on that private jet
every day popping, no percocets
follow his word and earn respect
breaking my bread with the team like jesus
living my life with no regrets
feeling like fabo, foot on neck
time to go m-i-a, come on y’all
[chorus: jor’dan armstrong]
oh, yeah, i’ma go m-i-a (ooh, ooh)
i’ma go m-i-a (deuce, ooh)
fly with no tsa (ooh, ooh)
i’ma go m-i-a (ooh)

- jordan armstrong 1k phew

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