Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Michael Jackson
A million dollars
You feel me?
Holler!
Michael Jackson
One million dollars
You feel me?
Holler!
These rap dads is
them souls now
Jesus is coming
So we better
Turn from sin now
Hold on
Let me talk my talk
I'm off the wall
That Michael Jackson
Go to war where we walk
need it now, I need it
Swear to god, oh god I need it now
Michael Jackson, Jackson, beat it now
Oh my god, I'm terrified
I'm fire nigga got that purp'
with diamond rings
Dropped fifteen hunnid on my feet
That's what got these diamonds dancing
My bitch a thriller, yeah
Like Michael Jackson
This shit get
Ayo Paul, It's Em
I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing
And I know that he's not thrilled about the video
What, does he want to be
Ayo Paul, It's Em
I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing
And I know that he's not thrilled about the video
What, does he want to be
it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh
When
D us)
Cat carpet red, and it's about to kick your feet up (kick your feet up)
Put Michael Jackson in my crew, we can be the Beatles (Rich Gang)
My
dancing in school to Michael Jackson
Is it wrong to want to be famous like Jett Jackson
I guess it's a no for me dog Randy Jackson
This is the day the day
reaction.
If you can do the Bart, you're bad like Michael Jackson.
Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Oh, yeah!
Shake your body, turn it out if you
watch your damn step
Never wore fake gold, nigga, diamond's water like it knew Michael Phelps
Every time I get a shape-up
I give 'em Jacksons like
[Intro: sample]
"For in America, black people should never
Be accused of being violent, or applicating violence
In America, when a black man says
for twenty minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and glowin' like a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson, we like Cool J.
That's right, I'm
for twenty minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and glowin' like a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson, we like Cool J.
That's right, I'm
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
niggas
Spinnin' by myself, it's just me I'm tryna kill uh killa
I keep some Z's with me Like I'm Michael Jackson
This ain't thriller but I'm walking
rainy day
I prayed that revival rain would wash shame away
Corny like a cornrow, I'd become a cliché
If for help I turn to the Michael Jackson killer
If I
no killer but don't let me ketch a body nigga
Michael Jackson im so thriller this song come with body builders
I'm still local but this ain't local I
we call him a sellout
First Oprah came at Michael Jackson, now Russell Simmons
What about what Harvey Weinstein did to them women?
Why you ain't
cracking
Grind on the wall just to get some action
Looking in the mirror like I'm Michael Jackson
'Cause this is risky, don't try to diss me
I get more pussy
They tried to steal my wave
But bitch it ain't happen
Billie Jean Billie Jean
Yeah Michael Jackson
My shooters pull up and they make it happen
My
like the S1's, cause my crew carry big guns
to blow up, anybody in the range
And plus I'm bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+
E Double
know
It's time that I take advantage, take command yo
Cops caught me red-handed
Blood On the Dance Floor
or was it Michael Jackson
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