Mic Drop
~Steve Aoki Remix~
Yeah, who says my spoon is
dirty?
I don’t care, when I grab the
mic, I have several gold spoons.
Several uncooked steaks over
there make me mad.
Once again, I’ll chew you all
up, on the night of the stars.
World business – center.
Number one on the casted list –
sold out.
This class is not common, enjoy
this value.
Bad smells with good scents
aren’t allowed.
Mic mic bungee.
Mic mic bungee
Bright lights, going forward.
You thought I was gonna fail
but I’m fine, sorry.
Sorry, Billboard.
Sorry, Worldwide.
Sorry mom, your son’s too
successful.
I’m being a good son in place
of you,
No grapes in our concerts.
I do it, I do it, you’re a bad
ratatouille.
If you’re jealous, sue me, sue
it.
Did you see my bag?
Did you see my bag?
It’s hella trophies and it’s
hella thick.
What you think bout that?
What you think bout that?
I bet it got my haters hella
sick.
Come and follow me, follow me
with your signs up.
I’m so firin’ firin’ boy your
time’s up.
Keep on runnin’ and runnin’
until I catch up
How you dare.
How you dare.
How you dare.
Another trophy
My hands carry ‘em
Too many that I can’t even
count ‘em
Mic Drop
Mic Drop
Careful of your feet,
Careful of what you say.
Somebody stop me
I’m bouta pop off
Too busy you know my body aint
enuff
Mic Drop
Mic Drop
Careful of your feet,
Careful of what you say.
Baby, watch your mouth, it come
back around.
Once upon a time, we learnt how
to fly.
Go look at your mirror, same damn
clothes.
You know how I feel, damn
happy.
How many hours do we fly?
I keep on dreamin’ on the
cloud.
Yeah I’m on the mountain, yeah
I’m on the bay.
Everyday we vibin’, Mic Drop
baam.
Did you see my bag?
Did you see my bag?
It’s hella trophies and it’s
hella thick.
What you think bout that?
What you think bout that?
I bet it got my haters hella
sick.
Come and follow me, follow me
with your signs up.
I’m so firin’ firin’ boy your
time’s up.
Keep on runnin’ and runnin’
until I catch up
How you dare.
How you dare.
How you dare.
Another trophy
My hands carry ‘em
Too many that I can’t even
count ‘em
Mic Drop
Mic Drop
Careful of your feet,
Careful of what you say.
Somebody stop me
I’m bouta pop off
Too busy you know my body aint
enuff
Mic Drop
Mic Drop
Careful of your feet,
Careful of what you say.
Haters gon’ hate, players gon’
play.
Live a life man,
Good luck.
No need to see each other ever
again,
This is my last goodbye.
Nothing more left to say,
Don’t even apologize.
No need to see each other ever
again,
This is my last goodbye.
Nothing more left to say,
Don’t even apologize.
Look closely, look at your
pathetic self.
We shoot up just like coca
cola.
Your corneas will be so shocked
cuz we’re just so cool.
Desiigner
Playing
that basketball, we playing that a law.
Ima just
get to the chicken, whip it then I flip it, then trap it all
I gotta
get to the dolla *** all them haters and back em off.
Smoking on
gas a lot, ready to wack em all.
Wack em
all, wack em all
Clap,
clap, clap, clap em all
This what
I did to the haters
The choppa
hit em, tell em back em off
She like
Apple Jacks, I like apple sauce
That’s a
boss, that’s the cost
Why you
tryna flex and your fashion off
Chain
around my neck and her *** is soft
Smoking on
that gas, I ain’t passing off.
Asthma
cough, fashion law, stash it off, dash it off, flash it off, don’t pass it off
Ima just
get to the chicken and trap hard, hard, hard with all my ***
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