letra de mia 2 - kankan
[intro]
ah, ha, ha, ha (slayword soldier)
yeah, blatt, yeah
[chorus]
i’m walkin’ around with a whole lotta racks
i hop in that beam’, and that b-tch so fast
twelve lookin’ for me, i’m m.i.a
i’m smokin’ cherry palm in l.a
she wanna f-ck me ’cause my pockets bigger
i’m rockin’ prada, and he rockin’ hilfiger
i’m rockin’ the [?] it start with the bands
the ysl, it came straight from france
i ran it up, d-mn, how he did that?
ak on me, boy you better get back
i came wit lil’ [?] and he got the sack
[?] jeans, so i mixed it with raf
i walk up in saks and buy the whole thing
i’m flexin’ on you, boy we not the same
and i’m with lil’ rino, and he sippin’ drank
we off of the percs, it take away pain
[verse]
off of the percs, they take away pain
this b-tch on my d-ck, but it’s his main
i’m walkin’ in nieman and doin’ my thing
yeah, i got the racks, i’m makin’ it rain
he claim this his hoe, but she givin’ brain
we hop in the tes’ and then drop the brain
boy, i’m in the h, yeah, with the k’s
number (n)ine jeans, boy this ain’t bape
i’m in [?] yeah, with lil’ goonie
f-ck on this hoe, we makin’ a movie
that b-tch off the perc, that b-tch is so h-rny
n-gga shootin’ sh-t just like a movie
this b-tch on my d-ck, she blowin’ my phone
helmut lang, no this ain’t no vlone
countin’ that guap, ’cause that’s what i’m on
he miss his bae ’cause she won’t leave me ‘lone
yeah, yeah, walk in the mall with a brand new [?]
i flex on that boy and that sh-t ain’t [?]
number (n)ine jeans, but i need two pairs
[?], boy this ain’t no [?]
run up that guap, lil’ n-gga i don’t care
[?], got that glock in the moncler
hop in that beam’, and that b-tch is top ten
[chorus]
i’m walkin’ around with a whole lotta racks
i hop in that beam’, and that b-tch so fast
twelve lookin’ for me, i’m m.i.a
i’m smokin’ cherry palm in l.a
she wanna f-ck me ’cause my pockets bigger
i’m rockin’ prada, and he rockin’ hilfiger
i’m rockin’ the [?] it start with the bands
the ysl, it came straight from france
i ran it up, d-mn, how he did that?
ak on me, boy you better get back
i came wit lil’ goonie and he got the sack
[?] jeans, so i mixed it with raf
i walk up in saks and buy the whole thing
i’m flexin’ on you, boy we not the same
and i’m with lil’ rino, and he sippin’ drank
we off of the percs, it take away pain (ha, blatt)
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