MIA by Jor'dan Armstrong, J1K Phew

Church Girls Love R&B / Girls Trip - Deluxe by Jor'dan Armstrong

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MIA
by Jor'dan Armstrong, J1K Phew

Album: Church Girls Love R&B / Girls Trip - Deluxe

Chorus: Jor'Dan Armstrong
Oh, yeah, I'ma go M-I-A (ooh, ooh)
I'ma go M-I-A (deuce, ooh)
Fly with no TSA (ooh, ooh)
I'ma go M-I-A (ooh)

Verse 1: Jor'Dan Armstrong
Ooh, tell me your ETA (yeah, yeah)
I'ma be on my way (yeah, yeah)
Gotta tip my valet (man)
They asked me the time, it's a Cartier (yeah, ooh)
Diamonds on lemonade (yeah, uh, uh, uh)
I know that a haters gon' hate (ooh, ew)
So I'ma go speed race (bye, bye, vroom, vroom)
Like I'm on a speed race (yeah)

Pre-Chorus: Jor'Dan Armstrong
I gotta go, I gotta leave
You won't believe, they countin' on me
So many blessings that I done received
They say that I'm cold, so I gotta freeze
Look at my clothes, I got V's on my tees
Stomp on the devil like God's property
I beat the struggle, I prayed on my knees (yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy)

Chorus: Jor'Dan Armstrong
Oh, yeah, I'ma go M-I-A (ooh, ooh)
I'ma go M-I-A (deuce, ooh)
Fly with no TSA (ooh, ooh)
I'ma go M-I-A (ooh)

Verse 2: Jor'Dan Armstrong
Ooh, hot like a C4, yeah, I'm bringin' the heat though
I got a cheat code, doin' it for my people (yeah)
I fly like an eagle, I see you through the peephole (yeah)
I see no evil and I move like a diesel

Pre-Chorus: Jor'Dan Armstrong
I gotta go, I gotta leave
You won't believe, they countin' on me
So many blessings that I done received
They say that I'm cold, so I gotta freeze
Look at my clothes, I got V's on my tees
Stomp on the devil like God's property
I beat the struggle, I prayed on my knees (yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy)

Chorus: Jor'Dan Armstrong
Oh, yeah, I'ma go M-I-A (ooh, ooh)
I'ma go M-I-A (deuce, ooh)
Fly with no TSA (ooh, ooh)
I'ma go M-I-A (ooh)

Verse 3: 1K Phew
Missin' in action in Miami, shout out M-I-A
Pull up to the church in matching coups, tell 'em it's P and J
Church girls love R&B, baby girl, just pardon me
When I sat down with police, ain't sing no harmony
But I thank God that he changed me
I made it up out that dungeon
Had to stop all that runnin' (runnin')
To the tip-top, I'm comin' (tip-top)
Tryna to take me a trip to London
Finna ball, I don't plan on fumblin'
I was hungry, stomach grumblin'
Had to flip my life, I'm tumblin' (tumblin')
M-I-A on that private jet
Every day poppin', no percocets
Follow His word and earn respect
Breakin' my bread with the team like Jesus
Livin' my life with no regrets
Feelin' like Phabo, foot on neck
Time to go M-I-A, come on y'all

Chorus: Jor'Dan Armstrong
Oh, yeah, I'ma go M-I-A (ooh, ooh)
I'ma go M-I-A (deuce, ooh)
Fly with no TSA (ooh, ooh)
I'ma go M-I-A (ooh)