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yours
Gucci Bag, Michael Kors, spent 5 bags on my bitch (Ofcourse)

Verse 1:
Them man not slidin'
Seen a couple man get bunned but you man not ridin'
If

dying you slow

Maybe they'll love me like Michael in his prime

Life is a Thriller it gets Bad, Dangerous
Off the Wall people fiending for bags
History

you dying you slow
Maybe they'll love me like Michael in his prime
Life is a Thriller it gets Bad, Dangerous
Off the Wall people fiending for bags

in the seats
And I splits down nothing but them Swisher Sweets
I'm just what reclining
Nigga bumper climbing
Man what's up in my mouth you see them

in the seats
And I splits down nothing but them Swisher Sweets
I'm just what reclining
Nigga bumper climbing
Man what's up in my mouth you see them

winning they just hate man
Thank you God keep me away from snakes man
I put my hands up to the sky and I say Amen
Who is you kidding I been on my grind

Puffing on that shit that Bob Marley did
Snorting up that shit that killed Elvis kid
I'm looking paler than Michael Jackson skin
Living a life like

F.U.T.W.

Jay-Z

Magna Carta...Holy Grail

2013

from under the thumb of this regime
1% of a billion more than niggas ever seen
Still they wanna act like it's an everyday thing, clean

Fuck up this

take off

I aint got no brain Bitch im Brainless
Known to keep the steel nigga Stainless
I'm The clean up man Maintenance
The job was done before it

I light up the spliff, I see the snakes through the thick fog
Slick shit, Michael Vick bitch, you can die dawg
I got a couple killers logged

know I'm a kid
Niggahs they juss don't wann release
They heard I'm coming they better go freeze
I'm asking your shawty is your man here so lit?
Grab

as a Lector
R-I-P Remembering the fifth of November
Aisle fifteen is haunted get a clean up on that Sector
Send their souls up to the doors that made of birch
I

the prisons that they in

That recruit the pastor, former, current and ex-president
You can quote it like I wrote it, signature by Michael, win
Swear to God

catching up
So boy better back down 'cause
I ain't backing up
I know 'nuff of them fear me
And I can't see one of them that's near me
I'm a fully grown man

Soul in the Soul

3rd Bass

The Cactus Album

1989

ain't got no handle
Got your socks up to your knees like Michael Raines

Drip liquid, pick up a park pill
Enduce a hand over free form with this skill

the charts with my pain
Five hundred mil and I fall back in the 6ix
Finally give you niggas the space you need to exist
Michael Jackson shit, but the palace

like Michael Phelps
If I want it I'm a grab it I do this shit by myself
It got me feeling like LeBron because I do this shit with no help
Stack it up

gedisst
Ab heute sind wir Feinde wie
Die Bloods und Crips
G-Funk-Einfluss, C Walk ist ein Muss
Drive-By, es reicht meist zu zielen
Nur ein Schuss von

Took his order then I served him a quarter like five nickels
Man, I'll stay on point like icicle
Niggas can't decode, or figure my rhyme riddles
Took

wrap shit
Was awesome i felt fat
Used the phone cautiously spoke to my little
Man DMC i I I, he said, "Da da"
Fucked up that I had to hear it for

Swag Surfin'

F.L.Y.

Jamboree

2009

I'm clean like dish detergent

Okay I pop off in the club with a pocket full of bands
Big stupid fresh like I'm wrapped up in Saran
Swag super cool,

the hateful, spiteful,
Rap game’s disciple
Cast out by elites because my tongue is like a rifle
I’m an executioner, smooth criminal like Michael
And I’ve got

then hit the road, I'm chasing 50

What you need
This shit clean
I'm serving fiends
By any means  

Tell yo bitch shut the fuck up when she in my

Stretch

50 Cent

Before I Self Destruct

2009

Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, stretch!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til