Tyla MR. MEDIA Lyrics
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Bare ke lemeke (Hey, hey, hey)
Bare ke lemeke (Hey, hey, hey)
Bare ke lemeke (Hey, hey, hey)
Bare ke lemeke (Hey, hey, hey)
Misdemeanor, why, why, why?
Why you gotta tell ’em lie, lie, lie?
Honestly, I’m not surpri-i-ised
Always talkin’ ’bout my whine, whine
Mister Media, why, why, why?
I just said I was fly-y-y
No matter how hard I try-y-y
I can never get it ri-i-ight
It’s Bacardi but I like to twerk
They gon’ love it if I like it first
Remember when I used to fight with words?
Really, I should be worse
I should be meaner
Why, why, why?
Who I? None of your concern
What I? None of your concern
Woza la
Bare ke lemeke
La-la-la
Bare ke lemeke
Woza la
Bare ke lemeke
La-la-la
Bare ke lemeke
Woza la
Yeah, I’m out of this world, I’m out of Mars
Whole stock goes up if I’m on your arm
Zone change, I don’t know what time I’m on
Bad bitch, I ain’t always got time to talk
Too bad, yeah, I know I’m difficult
You’d be too if you had my visuals
You’d be too if you had material
Woza la
Misdemeanor, why, why, why?
Why you gotta tell ’em lie, lie, lie?
Honestly, I’m not surpri-i-ised
Always talkin’ ’bout my whine, whine
Mister Media, why, why, why?
I just said I was fly-y-y
No matter how hard I try-y-y
I can never get it ri-i-ight
Bare ke lemeke
Woza la
Bare ke lemeke
La-la-la
Bare ke lemeke
Woza la
Bare ke lemeke
La-la-la
It’s Bacardi but I like to twerk
They gon’ love it if I like it first
Remember when I used to fight with words?
Really, I should be worse
I should be meaner
Why, why, why?
Who I? None of your concern
What I? None of your concern
Woza la