Below, you will find the lyrics for Paper Plates by Pharrell Williams.
You know that feeling from the paper plates?
Hitters squintin' like they just been maced
Rub it in their face until it's chafe
Richard Millie, ain't no time to wait
Storm Kawasaki in the night
Flame throwin' zombies out the way
In the cut like a racer
Hundred thou' for the Jacob
Clear face, no makeup
On the finger, a glacier
Hood Pope got his cake up
Got a scope with a laser
Up in Harlem buyin' acres
My closet in danger
Hit her when I had the custom new teeth
All these cuts like I'm friends with Bruce Lee
Hundred hoes like I'm a loose leaf
Jungle music like I'm Fela Kuti
Tunnel vision, nigga, fuck the groupies
You's a fan, how you try to sue me?
Mama first class like she boujee
Livin' bigger than BIG in Juicy
You know that feeling from the paper plates?
Hitter squintin' like they just been maced
Rub it in their face until it's chafe
Richard Millie, ain't no time to wait
Storm Kawasaki in the night
Flame throwin' zombies out the way
Julius Caesar with a Caesar
Floatin' on 'em like Jesus
Pass the keys to the Beamer
Piss Cris, for leisure
Not if I'm one to lead her
Flip phone got the heaters
Another deal with Adidas
You can miss with the features
I'm Puff with the grey patch sippin' Cris
Only nigga make my niggas rich
Life is sweeter than licorice
Uncle used to be mixin' grits
Tiffany's put the wrist in drip
Got 'em sicker than syphilis
Chariot for my emperors
P in Harlem and they kickin' flips
You know that feeling from the paper plates?
Hitter squintin' like they just been maced
Rub it in their face until it's chafe
Richard Millie, ain't no time to wait
Storm Kawasaki in the night
Flame throwin' zombies out the way
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.