Michael Jackson
Ty Dolla $ign, Papoose, Remy Ma
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She tell me shut up nigga, shut up nigga, don't speak When she get on top of me, she do it so sweet She take it high, she take it low, she do it slow She on that Janet Jackson shit, she want control I know the neighbors know my name, scream it, scream it This taste like banana pudding so I eat it, eat it She just give me what I want because I need it, need it I'm on that Michael Jackson shit, I wanna beat it, beat it I love my wife, I need my wife I swear she the only one in my life She cook my food, she clean my clothes I massage her feet and kiss her toes My friends get mad, they say I'm bugging But f*ck that, I only got eyes for one woman I had girls before but it wasn't the same 'Cause she my wife, she got my last name When she outta town, a text is wack She FaceTime me so I can see where she at Her friends get mad, they don't understand But they just mad 'cause they ain't got no man oh She get what she want, my wife is spoiled 'Cause she my wife and my wife is loyal Mrs. Mackie, your husband adore you We the royal family, my family royal She tell me shut up nigga, shut up nigga, don't speak When she get on top of me, she do it so sweet She take it high, she take it low, she do it slow She on that Janet Jackson shit, she want control I know the neighbors know my name, scream it, scream it This taste like banana pudding so I eat it, eat it She just give me what I want because I need it, need it I'm on that Michael Jackson shit, I wanna beat it, beat it Yeah, I love my man, I need my man Told me ain't nobody more important than I am I don't really think that people understand See if he got beef, then I go ham Y'all see he don't smile and he don't dance Ain't a chance that IG, just kilos and grams But he post all my pictures, you seen it, fam Got all these chicks straight screaming on they man Like look at Pap with Rem, she was in the can Ain't held me down, yo man don't need to hold your hand Damn, y'all hoes ain't got no chance It's not that I'm always right but a two wrongs in his eyes I can No roleplay, I be stripping and he throw me bands I'm his personal groupie, he don't really need no fans I whip around the crib all day, no bra, no pants And we-we stay on my lips like we in France She tell me shut up nigga, shut up nigga, don't speak When she get on top of me, she do it so sweet She take it high, she take it low, she do it slow She on that Janet Jackson shit, she want control I know the neighbors know my name, scream it, scream it This taste like banana pudding so I eat it, eat it She just give me what I want because I need it, need it I'm on that Michael Jackson shit, I wanna beat it, beat it Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh Woah
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Written by: Shamele Mackie
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