Lyrics:
play some Jackson 5
Rum inside the eggnog
On my wishlist
I want a banana porche
3 hoes like I’m Santa Claus
Kiss under the missletoe
Merry Christmas
Michael Jackson in these shoes (ooh)
I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on
But that shit don't mean nothin' to me
I got a couple blunts I've been
where to go now
Don't know what to do now
I'm sorry Miss Jackson
2nd verse: Jay LaMark
Look, Yo
Send all them shots up my way
& think I'm bout to run
They try
To position that through the
Media in some way that I’m like, "Whatever"
Whatever your friends might say, you know
"I saw Kanye" "How was he?
everything by the count of three
Stupid ass hoe think she playin' me
But I ain't mad, I just reverse the V
I hop out the crib like what's crackin'
That boy
I'll be there
Right by your side
I'll be there
Right by your side
Yep
I think I'm on my Sade
Yeah, I'm on my Jackson Five
I'ma resurrect your heart
a v12 engine yo
Small Pussy
Eat it
Micheal Jackson
I beat it
When we link up is movie
My bitch "baddie daily"
Can't f with us no way
Way too clean
Im
five five
Baby I'll change your life
Five five five
Five five five
Hear me out
No longer guarded by angels
I'm confident with my celestial
Take me
past days, your actions have brought shame, to the family name.
V4.1Fanny
Is that what you think, Ezra “shame""...the way I see it, I’d call it “fame.”
scared of me
All we need is therapy
Like one, two, three, four get the hell up out my door
Five, six, seven, eight I don't need your sex, I'll
Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I don't
Key in the ignition didn't turn all the way
Roaches on the dash didn't burn all the way
Still repeating old mistakes didn't learn all the way
Living
no more parties in Colonie, uh
Darion Jackson, please
Shake that Darion, Darion, that Darion Please
Shake that Darion, Darion, that Darion Please
Shake
Peace, this is Spike Lee
A.k.a. Shelton Jackson Lee
A.k.a. loving husband and father
Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson
I'm here with De La Soul
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
My calls all jackson thriller (for real)
cyy Rated 5 star skiller (yh)
Star boy just like benzema (benzema)
High grade none realer (mm)
My calls all
At a time when women had no rights,
V4 Woman 3
they paved the way for woman to band together and fight.
It would take a while…
1/2 Group / #1 & #2
believe I'll buy a V8 Fo'
She say, 'Is he too fast
To try to hold in the road?'
Well, I'm goin' back to Jackson
Good old Jackson, Tennessee
I can't do no
Subaru
Ain’t No Diamonds In Those Cartiers, Switch Your Frames
Ain’t No Shooters In Your Starting Five, Switch Ya Game
Yea…Yea, No Spirit @$$ Nizzaz Mad
muthafucka?
I just spent five muthafucking years in the joint
I told you I'll pay your monkey ass when I feel like it
Better suck my dick
Suck on this,
look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin'
Ridin' in my
but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinking this Buffie The Body
Ain't your name lil' Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double
When I think of a butterfly
I think of how beautiful you are to me
The colors of your wings can't be described
So beautiful in every way
So melodical
So they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, you are not alone
Rock your hardhat black 'cause
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