
POC THAT STILL A RYDA M.I.A.
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[Intro]
Swagger
[Verse 1]
M.I.A. on the mic, this is gonna be sick
If you're tryin' to talk to me, then you better be fit (swagger)
Bad girl, Jamaican style, don't want your pretty face in a smile
See Mia, Mia, if you ask how I'm doin', I'm fine
If you wanna know a bad girl come to good, motherfucker I am tryin'
You know I'm packin' the heat, you better be ready for a crime
Breakin' order like a leader, I'm stayin' out the radar
Meet me at the border, border, like Dora the Explorer
Holla, holla, holla, in a Corolla
When I drive in my borough, cops still see my color (swagger)
They call me a ruler, on the way to the global future
I'm an Ivy League scholar, I'm here to shed light on the matter
We got that fuel and the venom, better get ready for a banger
Eat my mum string hopper, jump in the choppa
Chop up a mango, with my salt and pepper
Yeah I'm still a rider, not white like the Oscar
I'm doin' it, I'm gonna love, Jesus was not a lot bitter
[Chorus]
Pop, pop, pop, pop (load 'em)
Pop, pop, pop, pop (Lord have mercy)
Pop, pop, pop, pop (load 'em)
Fly pirates, we can't stop
Pop, pop, pop, pop (load 'em)
Pop, pop, pop, pop (Lord have mercy)
Pop, pop, pop, pop (load 'em)
Fly pirates, we can't stop
Swagger
[Verse 1]
M.I.A. on the mic, this is gonna be sick
If you're tryin' to talk to me, then you better be fit (swagger)
Bad girl, Jamaican style, don't want your pretty face in a smile
See Mia, Mia, if you ask how I'm doin', I'm fine
If you wanna know a bad girl come to good, motherfucker I am tryin'
You know I'm packin' the heat, you better be ready for a crime
Breakin' order like a leader, I'm stayin' out the radar
Meet me at the border, border, like Dora the Explorer
Holla, holla, holla, in a Corolla
When I drive in my borough, cops still see my color (swagger)
They call me a ruler, on the way to the global future
I'm an Ivy League scholar, I'm here to shed light on the matter
We got that fuel and the venom, better get ready for a banger
Eat my mum string hopper, jump in the choppa
Chop up a mango, with my salt and pepper
Yeah I'm still a rider, not white like the Oscar
I'm doin' it, I'm gonna love, Jesus was not a lot bitter
[Chorus]
Pop, pop, pop, pop (load 'em)
Pop, pop, pop, pop (Lord have mercy)
Pop, pop, pop, pop (load 'em)
Fly pirates, we can't stop
Pop, pop, pop, pop (load 'em)
Pop, pop, pop, pop (Lord have mercy)
Pop, pop, pop, pop (load 'em)
Fly pirates, we can't stop
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