Das Racist - Mira Mira lyrics

Shut Up, Dude, the mixtape
We're rapping for you!

You know me, I need money
Being broke is not funny
Sometimes I am not funny
Sometimes I am so funny I don't fake patois
I'm a big fat twat, Deepak Chopra
I'm just cooking okra? I'm just on soma
Feel good, no prob, no prob, no prob
See that relax my muscles brown Kurt Russell
You could be like Goldie
Me? I'm still the old me
Last name Baba, first name Homie
Got a lot of homies me? I'm NYC
You know that I roll deep
You know that I'm groovy driving a Maruti
I ain't tricking, I ain't cheap
Pretty mama chick from Queens, come with me
I'm Heems, look, it's me!
Queen dream, you could be on my team
We could go to Tamarine
That's a diner in Queens
We could do anything, anything, anything
Anything
We could do anything, anything, anything
Anything

Mira mira ven aqui mira mira ven aqui
Mira mira ven aqui, ven aqui, ven aqui
Ven aqui mira mira ven aqui
Mira mira ven aqui
Mira mira blah blah blah blah

You know me, I'm KOOL AD? I'm low-key
But, I'm know to be a freak
I frequently get freaky-deaky
Hollering at Keke hollering at Mimi, CiCi
Please, she probably believe me
When I say that she's the only one for me
She always come to see me always rock my CD
If I had a DVD she probably would
Want to see my special fe-fe-features
Shake it like a seizure
Me? I take it leisurely
Surely she hit me like a beeper please, sir
Why you getting so upset at me for?
She's the one you probably
Should call a cheater
All I did was take her to
The crib and light the reefer
And we hit it off like
Twenty-four like I was Keifer
Sutherland, she took me to the motherland
Booty bouncing up and down just like
It was a rubber band other than that
It was nothing really that I need to speak of
Mami know I do that type
Of thing like every week, love
So ven aqui, ven aqui, ven aqui, ven aqui
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