MIC Drop
Vocals: BTS
Ya, what? Do you mean I’m dirty?
I don’t care, when I grab the mic, I control this game.
It doesn’t matter, you’re like undercooked steaks at best.
I’ll chew you all up and finish you off, eey, right here.
World business, bang bang, center.
Tickets instantly sold out, bang bang, every day.
No one compares in this class, savor the value.
It’s wasted on you.
Mic mic bungee.
Mic mic bungee
Bright light before me.
I almost lost, but I’m fine sorry.
Sorry, Billboard.
Sorry, Worldwide.
Sorry that I’m so popular mama.
What made our success was you being a good kid,
Success happens like a quick attack at my concert.
I do it, I do it.
You’re disgusting ratatouille.
If you wanna break your stomach,
Come on man, sue it.
Did you see my bag? Did you see my bag?
It’s overflowing with my trophies.
How you think ‘bout that? How you think ‘bout that?
Haters are all hiding from me.
My success is glowing bright, bright gold.
I’m so firin’, firin’, going up in flames now.
You’re rushing, rushing to run away.
How you dare? How you dare? How you dare?
In my hand are trophies, I can’t count ‘em all.
So heavy, I can’t hold ‘em all.
Mic drop, mic drop.
Ahead, ahead beware,
That mic, beware of that mic.
Lodi dodi, I can’t take days off.
So busy, my body can’t hold up.
Mic drop, mic drop.
Rhyme, rhyme beware,
That mic, beware of that mic.
Look here, “you reap what you sow.”
Once upon a time, Aesop’s Fables fly.
Just look at you now in that state.
If you ask me, I’m damn satisfied.
Where next do we fly?
How long will the flight take?
Yeah, I’m on the mountain
Yeah, I’m on the bay,
Completely burned out on the stage,
Mic drop baam.
Did you see my bag? Did you see my bag?
It’s overflowing with my trophies.
How you think ‘bout that? How you think ‘bout that?
Haters are all hiding from me.
My success is glowing bright, bright gold.
I’m so firin’, firin’, going up in flames now.
You’re rushing, rushing to run away.
How you dare? How you dare? How you dare?
In my hand are trophies, I can’t count ‘em all.
So heavy, I can’t hold ‘em all.
Mic drop, mic drop.
Ahead, ahead beware,
That mic, beware of that mic.
Lodi dodi, I can’t take days off.
So busy, my body can’t hold up.
Mic drop, mic drop.
Rhyme, rhyme beware,
That mic, beware of that mic.
Haters gon’ hate, players gon’ play.
Live a life man, good luck.
I won’t see you again.
This is the last time.
Don’t say anything,
I’m not listening.
I won’t see you again.
This is the last time.
Don’t say anything,
I’m not listening.
Slowly, everyone starts to regret.
Look at the difference between us.
Just be shocked and admire.
Everyone stand together, stand as one.
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