Uraqt Lyrics

"Uraqt" was written by Arulpragasam, Mathangi / Jones, Quincy Delight Iii.
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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

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
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 fucking 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 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

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, right then, it's on
Right then, it's on, right then, it's on
Right then, it's on, right then, it's on
Right then, it's on, right then, it's on

He ain't no word for scrabble
You don't get points for doubles
Menage Trois la la la la la
I'll bill you for your droudles

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
You big dummy

It's all about the low-blow brown girl
The no blood, no love hot girl
The jnkn jnkn jumping off the decks girl
The jnkn jnkn 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, right then, it's on
Right then, it's on, right then, it's on
Right then, it's on, right then, it's on
Right then, it's on, right then, it's on

Right then, it's on, right then, it's on
Right then, it's on, right then, it's on
Right then, it's on, right then, it's on
Right then, it's on, right then, it's on

You big dummy

Songwriters
ARULPRAGASAM, MATHANGI / JONES, QUINCY DELIGHT III

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