Lyrics:
that's a "hundred fact"
stop making music, but u make another track
i don't really care bout' your mental breakdown
imma shut u up til you forgot sit down
I can't get enough of that
I can't get enough of that girl
Kevin Michael, Shorty Da Kid, lets go
When I first saw her she was licking her lips
With
[Michael Jackson:]
"Did I leave your mind when I was gone
It's not my thing trying to get back
But this time, let me tell you where I'm at"
and shock it
Don't care who's saying stop it
You're lucky that the little pussy didn't
Get lit up like a rocket
They say that real recognise real
How comes
smoking moon-fucking-rocks
Michael Jackson moon fucking walk
Smooth walking smooth talking super saucy
You say that nigga go hard but he hardly
He don't got
All the racks on me
Can't get enough
Michael jackson
Don't stop till I get enough
The music I put out
Don't get enough
So I make more everyday
Gotta
Yo, I'd like to dedicate this to my mom
Sabrina Jackson god bless her soul
We gon' get it on in
Here nothing but real shit
Yo, shorty ain't a shorty
sacks in the league I might run em down
Count by tens bitch it add up 100 rounds
Ain't mistaken if you hear a hunnid sounds
Been a circus til now honked
just to get by (yeah)
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we
they hot sauce
But don't got no flavor
I got the juice
I'll get you knocked off
In front of your neighbors
My killers is loose
Even if cops called
there’s nothing more to me I can see
You said stop that, baby, boohoo
Cry for me like Jodeci and I will tantalize you
Open up like blossoms bloom and I
McMillan the greatest!
I’m the new, lightskin Michael Jackson
I don’t stop till I get enough & continue all of this paper stackin'
VIP posted up in
She Michael Jackson bad
Might spend some cash on her
Put a bag on em
I might spazz on em
Im surrounded by real niggas
You got crash dummies
I got
good enough, but I'm not givin' up
'Til I get my respect and I won't stop 'til I get enough
'Cause I'm not livin' up to my own expectations (aw)
That
see you be the very best at what you want to
I wanna see you get involved with all the things you love to
And when I’m not around, never question that I
and got ripped up
No joke, you get yolked, no matter how it sound
We're taking all fake niggas back to the stomping ground
Line 'em up single file, dome
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
inside of me I know that I’m scarred from love, I looked up in the sky and though that I saw a dove, like MJ Michael Jackson I just can’t stop loving you
let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (so)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh-oh)
They can all
I'm living like my last days
Rest in peace but I can't crash
I can't cease no I can't drag
On these beats I'm a thriller
Or a beast like Michael Jackson
like I flicked a switch and now I'm feeling good (Bounce)
No way to stop it, now you wish that you could (Bounce)
When the weekend comes I know I'll
don't really like what we've become
I could get this love from anyone
But if it's not you, then it ain't enough
I've been searching for the answer, but
Luther? JFK? Shoot you—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit
up
I don't care if you don't give a fuck
Easiest bands I'm running up
Talk on me and you fuck
Run my pad and get them bands
Yeah, bitch I'm with is
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