Lyrics:
dancing, Michael Jackson
Prolly why she acting
Telling all her friends my magic, shorty bragging
Got all her friends asking about how I do it so good to make
Not Michael Jackson, not hitting hee hees
Not claiming a kid, I'm not Billie Jean
I'm going crazy, and I'm pushing out steam
I do what I want to,
oh it looks tasty
After scoring I rock the baby like
Michael Jackson I'll get shaky
Let me go under just like the navy
I'll come around and swim about
or treating, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Michael Jackson with the choppa, make it beat it, beat it, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Shooting like a soccer ball,
was a pitcher not a catcher
Nori Ager was a friend of mine
Pol Pot was a friend of mine
Pina Shey was a friend of mine
Michael Jackson was a friend
If Michael Jackson was alive right now
He would want us to smoke one for him
Double M, Self Made 3, let's go
Folarin in this ma'fucka
I'm just
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
by my side, just like today
I wanna dance Michael Jackson moves, I'm in the mood
I wanna dance Michael Jackson moves, I'm in the mood
I got energy
the life, vanilla wafers in a villa
Illest nigga alive, Michael Jackson's Thriller
But baby, it's amazin' I'm in a maze with you
I just can't crack your
these people they bore me
I'm Michael Jackson with the thriller
These bitches are cray, they move like bae
They're steady breading up a nigga
Ay, ay
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
Omg this that black on black So I guess am back
I'm so bad, Michael Jackson bad Bitch I'm hell of bad
Walk my way but don't waste my timeI ain't got
See that new coupe parking
We don't do too much talking
Hey hey hey moon walker
Michael Jackson glove on
I use it when that tool popping
Hey hey hey
Michael Jackson bad with the big bag
Big bank take little bank throw it in the bag
If you got a main man I can't be on the bench bitch
I don't mess with
dancing
Moonwalking Michael Jackson
Why are you looking at me so crazy I've been Trynna make it with my bro
Now you Trynna hold-on on my door
Hoe I ain't
Michael Jackson in me
That's that Michael Jackson in me
I'm getting everything I execute that law of attraction in me
4 years ago they really said my raps
Improve my means by any means necessary
We getting by but we're just getting by barely
Shit scary
Unh yeah
Just let it breathe a little
K-N-G with an X in
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
to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by
like Michael Jackson
Fuck it might go back and make the motherfucking news
Bitches stay using my rapping as they caption that's why they get views
That shit they love, right? (ay, ay)
PLP, but keep that in the glove, right? (ay, ay)
Michael Jackson on these hoes,
You know I keep a glove
look like a sheesh
I'm visualizing it clear like I'm Mr Michael Artis
It's either Jackson or Jordan
I feel like Michael on beats
Could'a been on a beach
on my navi holla at me shit fans want to see me in action
Heard they mac what they make in a year I pay in taxes
I'ma ball like the Jackson's and I won't
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