Mashed Potatos Lyrics

Shawn Wigs Mashed Potatos

Verbal classic, watch me peel ya wig past your shoulders
Tie ya legs to bricks, like mafia soldiers
Mash your potatoes, dart me to a poke, like O.J.
Ya'll pancake niggas can't smoke up an oh-say

Iron lungs blowin 'em out, burning the kush
How the f..ck did Ghost not get a Grammy off 'Tush'?
f..ck the game, I'm about to cup-a-soup it
Got hard with the team, it's a Theodore movement
We green beret soldiers of death, straight road rats
Throwbacks, even if the money's in small stacks
I dart, cuz my heart got, too much to hold
And my mind got thoughts for your body and soul