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m.i.a. - paper planes (afrikan boy & rye rye remix) lyrics

[verse 1: m.i.a.]
i fly like paper, get high like planes
if you catch me at the border i got visas in my name
if you come around here, i make ’em all day
i get one done in a second if you wait
i fly like paper, get high like planes
if you catch me at the border i got visas in my name
if you come around here, i make ’em all day
i get one done in a second if you wait
sometimes i think sittin’ on trains
every stop i get to i’m clocking that game
everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame
bona fide hustler making my name
sometimes i think sittin’ on trains
every stop i get to i’m clocking that game
everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame
bona fide hustler making my name

[chorus: m.i.a. + rye rye]
all i wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)
and a (click, ka-ching)
and take your money
all i wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)
and a (click, ka-ching)
and take your money
all i wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)
and a (click, ka-ching)
and take your money
all i wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)
and a (click, ka-ching)
and take your money

[verse 2: rye rye]
she’s fly like paper, gets high like planes
try to keep her from the u.s. but shes stronger than a gang
well she’s got a lot of fame, messing with the wrong name
i’m following her footsteps from the hood to the music game
my city on fire, ain’t no need to put it out
ain’t about to set it up, ’cause i got fire in my mouth
and about to bring it out to the world
i want to touch the clouds, want to be a nature girl
i feel the rain and it’s telling me to go far
i feel the pain and it’s telling me the music calls
should i stay? should i go? i don’t know, i’m kind of lost
but i’m aiming for success, i’m really sorry if you lost
never take drugs but i’m highed up
all the music from my mc in the hood, growing up
it gets hard when you try to blow it up
so stressful, you say f-ck it, you be like “i’m giving up”

[verse 3: afrikan boy]
i was at home, making my visa
slipping on my government, yeah you know how it goes man
i’m fresh from lagos, fresh from nigeria
if i look angry it’s ’cause someone stole my visa
if you walk into my kitchen you will see the white powder
i’ll be by the cooker, whipping at you harder
don’t be alarmed i’m just cooking pounded yam
afrikan boy, i’ll never be a drug dealer
i wrap and sell pepe in the markets of abuja
i’m a legend, something like jay jay okocha
my name is olushola, i just set up my visa
i live every day like it’s the first of october
the greatest hustler on earth i know is my mother
like mother, like son, familiar like my father
birds of the same flow share the same feather
i just want to make my dollar and my naira

[outro: m.i.a.]
m.i.a
third world democracy
yeah, i’ve got more records than the k.g.b
so, uh, no funny business
are you ready all?
some, some, some i, some i murder
some i, some i let go
some, some, some i, some i murder
some i, some i let go

- m i a lyrics

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