Plastic Bags from Chips+Pop by Mikey Maybe
Tracklist
| 1. | Plastic Bags | 3:34 |
Lyrics
[VERSE 1]
[Squeeling sound] One time!
With Cadilac flash eyes full of sunshine,
like QUING! sipping on my rummy mudslide
85 Nike courts, laces untied
I'm the killer some call me Drunkdrive
WHOA, Kowabunga smash a Hyundai
nimb-le-est lips and I'm never tongue-tied
dance on my grave and you slip on punchlines
so THUG LIFE (RIP 'PAC) watch me make a slug fly
slimy little hollow-point land in some guy
like UGHHHH my skills never run dry
I can do a cartwheel, but only one time!
Chorus:
Like, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa SLICE
I'm in my Chrys' looking nice, rolling twenties rolling dice
Like pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa OUCH
I'm on the couch, lying slouched, eating pizza filling in a pouch
So pull out your papes!
I got the boots, got the cape, got the lipstick (KISS) on my nape.
And well, well, well, well, your on the bus looking swell,
bumping the bass out of your cell.
VERSE 2
Oooooohhh... Okey
dokey, you can quote me but don't please
it's inaproprey, I'm Mikey Mostly
I'm down doing opies with my roadies [UT OH!]
I'm cutting edge, they're still cutting oldies
I'm cutting heads, uhhh call the po-lice
Get me a lamborghine drop it low, please
Your systems so-so and mine is so-ny!
Holy smokes I can't feel my toesies
when I look at pics of Angelina Jolie's
shouldies. Hear my heart beat in Dolby,
SHE COULD BE YOUR MOTHER! Yay, she could hold me.
BRIDGE
I'm eating kit kats while I kick cats and kick back
recline and spit that vernacular magic
I apologize for my smallish eyes
let my coderize your bullet wounds and slap on a bandage
Don't trip on me, pretty me, lookit little me,
and then trip into a vat of acid
I shaved off my dreads and I paid off my debts,
there's a bag on your head and your mad that it's plastic.
