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UglyFace | "Thats MIA" | [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
UglyFace Music
UglyFace Music
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Farpella
Kevin Farpella
Composer
Aric Jones
Aric Jones
Composer
Aaron Temple
Aaron Temple
Composer
Andre Mosley
Andre Mosley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
UglyFace Music
UglyFace Music
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Lyrics

Wake up early morning Brush the gold up on my molars I make a couple of plays And put the world up on my shoulders See I ain't smokin like I used to Need to focus Itineraries and motors Random bitches on my sofa I laugh at that Grab the affidavits for the random acts I'm rarely at the parties Less they call me for a random task I'm talkin smash and grab Bags of cash, jet lag I'm rushing for a flight I told them hurry up and make it fast I'm talking my daily routine and my mission Burberry glasses on top of my vision Oh this lifestyle that I live is so different Yeah Who would I be if I wasn't that nigga They told me I couldn't now I got the template Oh they so forgetful I'll make you remember Wait Zoned out in my own space They try to find me I'm MIA That's at the crib all tucked away They DMing They know that they can't get through the line That's do not disturb They calling my phone it never vibrate I live in my work enjoying the stay You never see me any time of the day I don't ever go out, that's MIA Hard work no play, that's MIA South peach top off, that's MIA Yeah I'm trynna get paid, that's MIA I don't ever go out, that's MIA Hard work no play, that's MIA South peach top off, that's MIA Yeah I'm trynna get paid, that's MIA I don't ever go out, that's MIA Hard work no play, that's MIA South peach top off, that's MIA Yeah I'm trynna get paid, that's MIA I don't ever go out, that's MIA Hard work no play, that's MIA South peach top off, that's MIA Yeah I'm trynna get paid, that's MIA I'm in the zone Why you hittin my phone Wilding when you should be watching yo tone Fuck off my phone leave me alone Niggas start texting Call me aggressive Tried to fore warn but you wanted scorn Scream like Sam Kinison Call me a nigga tell me I'm kin to sin Oh why you fuck wit me Get you a real friend They really want me out here bad Do they know where inflation at Tryna make move Build for my two a blueprint These shoes thin A nigga been hustilin Don't confront I aint no punk bitch Got god on the gun get slung quick Protect Even if that mean run shit Fired the camera man Brought in my homie He aint go cheap He got the Sony Fired the dealer then We grow the weed Everything in advance Spread the work get the band Stacks in the hand doin the running man Shit is a squeeze 200gs wit a EBT A Honda a chick I aint fond of Cuz she look like a Black Bridgette Fonda That can't be lord our father Im tryna get paid double my dollars The time is now and I can't be bothered I don't ever go out, that's MIA Hard work no play, that's MIA South peach top off, that's MIA Yeah I'm trynna get paid, that's MIA I don't ever go out, that's MIA Hard work no play, that's MIA South peach top off, that's MIA Yeah I'm trynna get paid, that's MIA I don't ever go out, that's MIA Hard work no play, that's MIA South peach top off, that's MIA Yeah I'm trynna get paid, that's MIA I don't ever go out, that's MIA Hard work no play, that's MIA South peach top off, that's MIA Yeah I'm trynna get paid, that's MIA
Writer(s): Aaron Temple, Andre Mosley, Aric Jones, Kevin Farpella Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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