MIA

young boys be wishin' yuh lil boys be swishin' yuh all these haters be missin' yuh to busy runnin' dat mouth they be takin da wrong route pull up in my hood you get shot try to run you get caught you swung then we fought your hoe she a thot I get yo new bitch she chill I need a new fuckin grill these old bitches ain't a thrill you still a fuck boy I need a decoy so much fans "oh boy" that's what yo bitch say last night when she lay come up to yo hood you MIA knock on yo door you MIA I'm legit you go MIA dont fuck wit me no luck wit me yuh