M.I.A. - A.M.P lyrics

It's M.I.A (Yeah! Yeah! Hey!) Don't bring me down there, don't bother me You can't take me, you want me, pay me You can't 2Pac me, you can't Biggie me I got a bikini with a balcony in Bequia Don't wanna check me, gonna have to sack me I keep on coming back, you freaking met me I am proactive, run the prospective Back on, I'm active, with matching red lipstick Baby got back, I got front You got a stack, I got a trunk You got some junk, throw it in the bank You think you get this, but that's what you think All my people say... All my people say... I'm not on seven, I'm on eleven The difference is kind of like Devon and Yemen When I get Oman, I say "Yeah, man" I'll open up a club and fill it strictly full of women My momma go to church, she says "Amen" She also says why are men teaming up with demons I love all men, they all take me to Heaven I can't keep myself in church like a Mormon Baby got back, I got front You got a stack, I got a trunk You got some junk, throw it in the bank You think you get this, but that's just what you think All my people say All my people say [?], I'm a sight for [?] I fight the boss, I free up a lot Like Chinese are [?], put it in a [?] Encrypt, encode it, and I'll put it on your laptop...