Yeah who dares to say my spoon is dirty?*
I don’t care, I grab my mic
I beat up many of those gold spoons
They lose their tempers, those that are undercooked
They’re just lots of steak
I’ll chew on you again and again upon the star’s dinner table
The core of World Business
Top of the list when it comes to casting, we’re a sellout
There aren’t many of our class, savor our value to the fullest
Odour is a foul to a good scent
Mic mic bungee
Mic mic bungee
Bright light heading forward
You would’ve thought we’d fail but I’m fine sorry
Sorry Billboard
Sorry worldwide
Sorry that your son’s on such a roll, mum
We be good to your parents on your behalf, which you weren’t able to do
Our concert does not consist of grapes**
I do it I do it you’re a ratatouille that tastes awful
Well if you’ve got a bellyache, go ahead and sue me***
Sue it
Did you see my bag
Did you see my bag
It’s full of trophies
How you think bout that
How you think bout that
Haters are already fed up
It already shines gold gold, my success
I’m so firin’ firin’ bearing the flame
You run away in a hurry zoom zoom
How you dare
How you dare
How you dare
Ah, too many trophies in my hand
Too heavy, my two hands are not enough
MIC Drop
MIC Drop
Take care of your feet feet
Take care about what you say say
Lodi dodi ah, so busy
So busy, my whole body is not enough
MIC Drop
MIC Drop
Take care of your feet feet
Take care about what you say say
These are some words totally meant for you
Justice will prevail in the end ah
Once upon a time
Aesop’s Fables fly
Take a look at your reality, it serves you just right
Even if I die today I’d be so damn happy
Which country are we headin’ this time
How many hours are we flyin’
Yeah I’m on the mountain
Yeah I’m on the bay
Pass out on the stage
MIC Drop baam
Did you see my bag
Did you see my bag
It’s full of trophies
How you think bout that
How you think bout that
Haters are already fed up
It already shines gold gold, my success
I’m so firin’ firin’ bearing the flame
You run away in a hurry zoom zoom
How you dare
How you dare
How you dare
Ah, too many trophies in my hand
Too heavy, my two hands are not enough
MIC Drop
MIC Drop
Take care of your feet feet
Take care about what you say say
Lodi dodi ah, so busy
So busy, my whole body is not enough
MIC Drop
MIC Drop
Take care of your feet feet
Take care about what you say say
Haters gon’ hate
Players gon’ play
Live a life man
Good luck
No need to see you anymore, it’s the final farewell
There’s no more to say, don’t even apologize
No need to see you anymore, it’s the final farewell
There’s no more to say, don’t even apologize
See that, that’s how you end up
We burst, just like cola
It’ll surprise your corneas****
We’re
quite on point, we’re pretty cool