[Verse 1]
You're London, I'm Sri Lankan
(?)
Right then, It's on, London out of the dungeon
On the bus, on the train, like a heteron in your vein
Taking use of princess (?)
My man ain't yo (?)
[Pre-Chorus]
Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone
Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone
You fuck my man and wreck my home
I'll get my bro to rob your phone
Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone
Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone
You fuck my man and wreck my home
I'll get my bro to rob your phone (Wa-wa-wa-what?)
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
And could it be that me or he
Are tighter than J-Lo in her jeans? (Huh?)
And could it be that me or he
Are tighter than R. Kelly in his teens? (You what?)
But you're fuckin' with my man
And you text him all the time (Yeah)
You might-a had him once
But I got him all the time (Uhuh, uhuh)
[Pre-Chorus]
Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone
Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone
You fuck my man and wreck my home
I'll get my bro to rob your phone
Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone
Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone
You fuck my man and wreck my home
I'll get my bro to rob your phone
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
He ain't no ball for Scrabble
You don't get points for doubles
Ménage à trois, la-la-la-la-la
I'll bill you for your droodles
You done lost your marble
Like a ball, I'll make you dribble
You're the shrapnels in the rubble
I'm a raging bull, a rebel
It's all about the low-blow brown girl
The no glove, no love, hot girl
The jukin', jukin', jumpin' off the decks girl
The jukin', jukin', jumpin' off the rocks girl
[Chorus]
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
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