Letra da Música: Uraqt - M.I.A.

Dit dit dit on your mobile phone
Dit dit dit on your mobile phone
You fucked my man and wrecked my home
I'll get my boy to work(?) your phone
x4
(You big dummy)

Now could it be that me and he
are tighter than J.Lo in her jeans
And could it be that me and he
are tighter than R. Kelly in his teens

But you're fucking with my man
and you text him all the time
You might've had him once, but I've got him all the time

Dit dit dit on your mobile phone
Dit dit dit on your mobile phone
You fucked my man and wrecked my home
I'll get my boy to work(?) your phone
x2
(You big dummy)

U R A Q T
Is your dad a dealer 'cos you're dope to me
You throw them boys across the country
You bring gold medals but when you're with me
(You big dummy)

Right then, it's on
x8

No ? for Scrabble
You don't get points for doubles
[Menage a] trois
La-la la la la
I'll bill you for your drudles (?)
You done lost your marble
Like a ball I make you dribble
You're the shrapnels in the rubble
I'm a raging bull, a rebel.

It's all about the low blow, Brando
The No La, No La Hot girl
The drinking drinking jumping off the decks, girl
The drinking drinking jumping off the rocks, girl

U R A Q T
Is your dad a dealer 'cos you're dope to me
You throw them boys across the country
You bring gold medals but when you're with me
(You big dummy)

Right then, it's on
x8
(You big dummy)