Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Mi , by - Mila J. Song from the album Split Personality, in the genre R&BRelease date: 31.12.2005
Record label: The Ultimate Group
Song language: English
I'm Mi |
| Yeah |
| This is raw, nigga |
| Mila J, Omarion |
| This is smooth (let it go) |
| I come from the land down under |
| Blaze up |
| It’s Mila, the girl wonder |
| Back with it |
| Get it cracked |
| Just like thunder |
| 'Cuz the flow will vibrate the tundra |
| And my glow will radiate the summer |
| Bang this in yo' Coups, Lex and Hummers |
| Move to the rhythm |
| Like I’m an old drummer |
| Niggas swarm the dance floor |
| Like piranhas |
| 'Cause I’m keeping it hot like Tijuana |
| But I’m hood as Shaniqua and Kiana |
| Sexy as Aaliyah or Madonna |
| Donna Karan |
| Bitches starin' |
| But I ain’t carin' |
| They know she will kill a song |
| Ever seen a girl in a chinchilla thong? |
| Have your eyes |
| Deep fried like won ton? |
| Can hate if you wanna |
| Just throw up the one, oh |
| Back in the club |
| Once again |
| It’s me |
| This ain’t your average chick |
| It’s me |
| Go head |
| Work your body |
| And let me show you |
| How to party, girl |
| Back in the house |
| Once again |
| It’s me |
| (Smirnoff) |
| Over long island ice tea |
| Go head |
| Work your body |
| And let me show you |
| How to party |
| Let it go |
| That’s whussup, y’all |
| The party has just begun |
| All the fellas throw your cash out |
| But you can keep the ones |
| Bad little mama |
| Slick with the grammar |
| Bionic like dun, na, nun, na, nun, na, nun, ah |
| Dookie rope chain |
| In the pink leather bomber |
| Niggas can’t see me |
| Haters tryna find me like Osama |
| Rock like nirvana (Mila, Mila) |
| Chicks love throwin' |
| They hips to my heater |
| Anywhere I sit |
| I’m gon kick my feet up |
| Re-up |
| Flow |
| Get slow |
| Watch me speed up |
| You know I can make 'em |
| Into every single synonym |
| Sweet as cinnamon |
| Got 'em as soon as I put my venom in |
| Got his toes curlin' and rippin' out of his Timberlands |
| I ain’t even give him my booty |
| Look what I did to him (damn) |
| Now, he trippin' |
| Give him some Ritalin |
| Mila J |
| Black, Asian and Indian |
| That’s why the flow |
| Mix up so smoothly |
| Ask Jamba Juice |
| Who really invented smoothies |
| Ooh, wee |
| Let it go |
| Attention, all cars |
| Coups, SUV’s and drops |
| Turn your systems up! |
| It’s time to pack the parking lot |
| So gutta |
| But butter like Parkay |
| M-J getz biz like Markie |
| Zoom-a-zoom-zoom-a-zoom-a-zang |
| I know you love the swagga |
| When I’m doin my thang |
| I know you love the way |
| I pull up in the Range with the audacity |
| To rock like two chains |
| Rings on all five fingers |
| Assault with a deli pepper |
| Like I’m a legend from Queens |
| Knaw mean? |
| Let it go |
| Party people |
| Your dreams has now been fufilled |
| All the ladies |
| Report to the dance floor |
| And spill your drinks |
| Ha ha! |
| Let it go |