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Aaron Temple - Thats Mia Lyrics

Wake up early morning
Brush the gold up on my molars
I make a couple of plays
And put the world up on my shoulders


See I ain’t smokin like I used to
Need to focus
Itineraries and motors
Random bitches on my sofa


I laugh at that
Grab the affidavits for the random acts
I’m rarely at the parties
Less they call me for a random task


I’m talkin smash and grab
Bags of cash, jet lag
I’m rushing for a flight
I told them hurry up and make it fast

I’m talking my daily routine and my mission
Burberry glasses on top of my vision
Oh this lifestyle that I live is so different
Yeah
Who would I be if I wasn’t that nigga
They told me I couldn’t Now I got the template
Oh they so forgetful I’ll make you remember
Wait

Zoned out in my own space
They try to find me I’m MIA
That’s at the crib all tucked away
They DMing


They know that they can’t get through the line
That’s do not disturb
They calling my phone it never vibrate
I live in my work enjoying the stay
You never see me any time of the day


I don’t ever go out
That’s MIA
Hard work no play
That’s MIA


South peach top off
That’s MIA
Yeah I’m trynna get paid
That’s MIA
I don’t ever go out
That’s MIA
Hard work no play
That’s MIA


South peach top off
That’s MIA
Yeah I’m trynna get paid
That’s MIA


I don’t ever go out
That’s MIA
Hard work no play
That’s MIA


South peach top off
That’s MIA
Yeah I’m trynna get paid
That’s MIA


I don’t ever go out
That’s MIA
Hard work no play
That’s MIA
South peach top off
That’s MIA
Yeah I’m trynna get paid
That’s MIA



I’m in the zone
Why you hittin my phone
Wilding when you should be watching yo tone
Fuck off my phone leave me alone


Niggas start texting
Call me aggressive
Tried to fore warn but you wanted scorn
Scream like Sam Kinison


Call me a nigga tell me I’m kin to sin
Oh why you fuck wit me
Get you a real friend
They really want me out here bad


Do they know where inflation at
Tryna make move
Build for my two a blueprint
These shoes thin


A nigga been hustilin
Don’t confront I ain't no punk bitch
Got god on the gun get slung quick
Protect


Even if that mean run shit
Fired the camera man
Brought in my homie
He ain't go cheap


He got the Sony
Fired the dealer then
We grow the weed
Everything in advance


Spread the work get the band
Stacks in the hand doin the running man
Shit is a squeeze 200gs wit a EBT
A Honda a chick I ain't fond of


Cuz she look like a
Black Bridgette Fonda
That can’t be lord our father
Im tryna get paid double my dollars
The time is now and I can’t be bothered

I don’t ever go out
That’s MIA
Hard work no play
That’s MIA


South peach top off
That’s MIA
Yeah I’m trynna get paid
That’s MIA


I don’t ever go out
That’s MIA
Hard work no play
That’s MIA


South peach top off
That’s MIA
Yeah I’m trynna get paid
That’s MIA


I don’t ever go out
That’s MIA
Hard work no play
That’s MIA


South peach top off
That’s MIA
Yeah I’m trynna get paid
That’s MIA


I don’t ever go out
That’s MIA
Hard work no play
That’s MIA


South peach top off
That’s MIA
Yeah I’m trynna get paid
That’s MIA