M.I.A. - U.R.A.Q.T lyrics

Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone You f** my man and wreck my home I'll get my bro to rob 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 You f**ing with my man And you text him all the time You might've had him once But I got him all the time Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone You f** my man and wreck my home I'll get my bro to rob your phone [x2] U R A Q T Is your Dad a dealer cause you're dope to me You throw them balls across the country You win gold medals for when you're with me You big dummy Right then, it's on [x8] He ain't no word for Scrabble You don't get points for doubles Menage trois Lalalalala I'll bill you for your droudles You done lost your marble Like a ball I'll make you dribble Your the shrapnels in the rubble I'm a raging bull, a rebel It's all about the low-blow brown girl The no blood, no love hot girl The juking juking jumping off the decks girl The juking juking jumping off the rocks girl You big dummy U R A Q T Is your Dad a dealer cause you're dope to me You throw them balls across the country You win gold medals for when you're with me You big dummy Right then, It's on [x16] You Big Dummy