U.R.A.Q.T. (Demo) lyrics

[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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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