One day up in M.I.A., hey,
x3
Until they re-build New Orleans,
that's where I stay.

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea.
x3
Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me.

I'ma South Beach soulja, hold ya horses.
Porsche's, Rolls, Royce's.
De-cisions, choices, make 'em,
Puerto Rican face, but her booty is Jamaican,
Breasts Brazilian, she, talk familiar,
Her look will hurtcha, her walk will kill ya.
Now I'm with Khaled, he got me a mansion,
How come every girl up in here look like an actress?
Baby girl, if i find my camera, i'll point that thing directly at ya.
My wrist is a bitch and my neck, a bastard,
I rap but I don't get paid like rapper's.
I'm fresh, I'm cool, dapper.
All white tennis shoes, look like napkins.
I'm strapped, yup I keep that clappa,
I point that thing directly at ya.

One day up in M.I.A., hey,
x3
Until they re-build New Orleans,
that's where I stay.

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea.
x3
Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me.

Come tru ya town, ya know me, officer shot down.
Hot girl l'wanna jump around for me sound.
Fireman and burn the whole block down, say,
dontcha eva eva bring the fuck-boy around.
Hustlin in the street, ya gotta make the cash money.
Khaled lemme see ya workin for the Cash Money.


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MIA (feat. Lil Wayne) song meanings
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