MIC Drop (remix) (feat. Steve Aoki & 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 ainʼt passing off
Asthma cough
Fashion law
Stash it off
Dash it off
Flash it off
Donʼt pass it off
I'ma just get to the chicken
And trap hard hard hard
With all my
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 and 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
balbal joshim neone malmal joshim
Somebody stop me
I’m bouta pop off
Too busy you know my body ain’t enough
Mic drop
Mic drop
balbal joshim neone malmal joshim
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
gaehaengbok
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 bam
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 and 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
balbal joshim neone malmal joshim
Somebody stop me
I’m bouta pop off
Too busy you know my body ain’t enough
Mic drop
Mic drop
balbal joshim neone malmal joshim
Haters gon’ hate
Players gon’ play
Live a life, man
Good luck
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hal maldo eopseo sagwado haji ma
deo bol il eopseo majimak insaya
hal maldo eopseo sagwado haji ma
jal bwa neon geu kkol naji
urin tak sswa machi kollaji
neoye gangmak kkamjjak nollaji
kkwae kkwae pomnaji po po pomnaji
MIC Drop (remix) (feat. Steve Aoki & Desiigner)
Playing that basketball
We playing that law
I’m just getting to the dough
Whip it then I flip it, then trap it all
I gotta get to the dollar
– all them haters, back 'em off
Smoking on that gas a lot
Ready to whack 'em all
Whack 'em all
Whack '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 likes Apple Jacks
I like apple sauce
That’s a boss
That’s the cost
Why you tryna flex
And your fashion’s 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
I'ma just get to the dough
And trap hard hard hard
With all my
Did you see my bag?
Did you see my bag?
It’s hella trophies and it’s hella thick
What you think about that?
What you think about that?
I bet it got my haters hella sick
Come and follow me, follow me
With your signs up
I’m so fire, fire, boy your time’s up
Keep on running
And running 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
I’m just saying, you know I’m just saying
Somebody stop me
I’m about to pop off
Too busy, you know my body ain’t enough
Mic drop
Mic drop
I’m just saying, you know I’m just saying
Baby, watch your mouth
It comes back around
Once upon a time
We learned how to fly
Go look in your mirror
Same damn clothes
You know how I feel
Happy
How many hours do we fly?
I keep on dreaming on the cloud
Yeah I’m on the mountain
Yeah I’m on the bay
Every day we vibin’
Mic drop bam
Did you see my bag?
Did you see my bag?
It’s hella trophies and it’s hella thick
What you think about that?
What you think about that?
I bet it got my haters hella sick
Come and follow me, follow me
With your signs up
I’m so fire, fire, boy your time’s up
Keep on running
And running 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
I’m just saying, you know I’m just saying
Somebody stop me
I’m about to pop off
Too busy, you know my body ain’t enough
Mic drop
Mic drop
I’m just saying, you know I’m just saying
Haters gon’ hate
Players gon’ play
Live a life, man
Good luck
Don’t look back, it’s the last chance
Don’t even say a word, don’t do it
Don’t look back, it’s the last chance
Don’t even say a word, don’t do it
Just watch, you won’t get caught
We’re just getting started, don’t stop
Your gang’s gonna get lit
Boom boom, pop pop, boom boom, pop pop