Lyrics:
Michael Jackson shoes
Doing shit i have to do
Smoke in the atmosphere
Nigga I don't stop
Cos that's the shit that got me here
Young chico
Close to my peep
Georges Michael
Jackson madonna, c'est c'qui donne
C'est c'qui sonne
Lui c'qu'il recherche c'est l'son
Des boîtes à rythmes
Il écoute tout c'qui y r'ssemble
Jackson
How do you know?
Daily I question that
If I give my best, does this pain lead to anything positive?
Music is therapeutic
My words in this album may
a smooth nigga
Michael Jackson triller Like
Smooth nigga
Michael Jackson triller like
Smooth nigga
Now my confidence is bigger
I don't need you but I feel
on my feet
That's what got these diamonds dancing
My bitch a thriller, yeah
Like Michael Jackson
This shit get realer why the hell you asking?
My drip
earn
I'm growin' and glowin' like a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson, we like Cool J.
That's right, I'm on the mic with the help of the bells
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
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson? (We like Cool J!)
That's right, I'm on the mic with the help of the bells
And no delayin' what I'm sayin' as 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
to ruin
Chop up your tactics, you gimmick groups need to practice
You be there, like Michael Jackson in my atmosphere
Gerbils for rectums, I break you
valentía
Y nos inoculaban
Como a Michael Jackson
Que nunca había dado
Pasos en la luna
Y como descubría
Que la Reina madre
Era un gran lagarto
Me daban
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
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
Danyelle.
I like Michael Jackson and Eddie Murphy.
And sometimes my grandmother Ray Ray comes over and
she going to put me in a movie and we going to be rich.
and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,
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
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
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
doin' up there, selling crack to Michael Jackson's uncles again?
Come on, man, I need you, I got you a spot on the comedy show opening up for T.I.
Come
Y'all youngsters don't know nothin' about Logic
Back in my day, motherfucker, he was that motherfuckin' nigga
It was Logic, Michael Jackson
on, I've done this thing since Shaq at Saxon
And I'm still a fan of Michael Jackson, but now I want to see numbers in action,
I wanna see numbers in
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