Lyrics:
ROUND OF SHOTS FOR THE ADVANCE YEAH WE SIP TEQUILA
WE TASTE DIFFERENT FLAVORS, CHOCOLATE AND THE VAINILLA
DELIVER ALL THE HITS MICHAEL JACKSON WITH
been do
I walked from Ojota to Oshodi in wrecked times
Just for producer to tell me it was past recording time
I remember the time like Michael Jackson
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
the cents that I'm getting like crazy
Too many Jackson's like Michael's dad
If I'm at the club, the weather is rainy
You want a verse? Well bitch come and pay
And shorty bad not talking action
More like Michael Jackson
Not only why I'm smashing
I trust her with my address
Go back like milks in plastic
Way back then
stand us, but give us respect
They called us and said we're gettin' iller
There's no one chiller
It's not Michael Jackson and this is not Thriller
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
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
MJ, the baboon walk
Michael, Jackson
Michael, Jackson
Micahel, Jackson
Flashy, Jacket
Thriller
Kill em', The birds
Fill em', Arenas
Feel em', She
L Jackson
Michael Jackson
Sorry Ms. Jackson
Ah woo woo woo
I'm the real deal
I like her ass
I'm addicted to crack
She calling me texting me
But I
a youngin, bitch, we been them niggas
Michael Jackson got them fiends just like Thrilla
Two-door Maybach clean, smoking on killa
You a stranger talking
been them niggas
Michael Jackson got them fiends just like Thrilla
Two door Maybach clean, smokin' on killa
You a stranger talkin' and I don't feel
Jordan Marc Jacobs or Michael Jackson
RIP to the king of pop
They killing people with dreams since Martin Luther King got shot
They don't wanna see us
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
your shit in the bag
I ain't with the fucking discussions, don't make me mad
Call me Michael Jackson cause I'm bad, bad, bad nigga
Call me Michael
Lambo doors, she ain't ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin' red rose gold
Pourin' lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn
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
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
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
All I want is payback
You left a nigga down bad, I don't Play that
All the time been in my head, shit On playback
But now it's a clean slate, this
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