Lyrics:
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
get set up by the ones you hang with
Livin' for tomorrow been the motto since I was in cradle
When it's time to go I hope you get my message
ninety-three I'm still bein me
You think my 'fridgerator ain't full of Olde E? Huh
A lot of times I get fly with a suit and a tie
Yeah I went from rags
Time is always flying by
To grind all day is not enough
I need Michael's Secret Stuff
To have my body keeping up
Go all out before I die
To this game I
red tongue
Nigga flavors, go 'head, son, get you some
Nigga got a lot of gifts
But package store was always open
Jail house don't ever close
And my
will do these things, I won't stop bitch
I like to go to the club mix and mingle
Nigga plays his dick like a 12 inch single
Yeah, so what you
it off, get groggy if I'm staying up late
I wake up every morning at the crack of the day
Get my ass up outta bed like I don't got time to waste
But It
They way that we drummin' make you think what's one hunit
Plummet we don't want it son its the dumbest
We done and wanna get from it
Havin'
Light a spliff and get so high, i'll come down by tomorrow
I got that purple drank for you to drown up in ya sorrows
This Bubba Kush, it got me
to kill me
If you want success
I’ma drop my blood sweat and tears
That’s on mawmaw daughter
Til I drop dead
I don’t let my past interfere with nun
If you
're doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
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
Mr4pound tryna get loose uh
40 gotta kick like a jitsu uh
Shorty eating d*** til she get full
I was ina trap by myself sellin pit
Food
I be moving wit a big
persist
You'll get your snotbox bust, you press up on this
I flip, hoes dip, none of the real niggas skip
You don't know enough math to count the mics
Stop the bus
I want to be lonely
When seconds pass slowly
And years go flying by
You gotta stop the bus
We get off here
Enough's enough
you dance ’til the morning light
And now all these feelings I just can’t hide
And I’m not gonna stop ’til you’re by my side
Seeing you out on a Friday
And if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get
Cause the shit would sound like Michael Jackson did collabs with Jeezy
Believe me
I love you like ye loves yeezy
You're the better part of me and we
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
you fucking
Female, you ain't a hero, speaking of them; R.I.P to Rik Mayall, look
Oh my God, another one, does this motherfucker stop?
No he don't, no
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
glocky on me I'll pop a nigga
Got a green light, but my type will stop a nigga
Niggas can't compete, stomping Yeezy on my feet
Michael Jackson how I beat,
Rock and Roll
Like they know
We gone run with the team
If anybody try to stop us
Up parol we don't leave
Talk about it
We can skill about it
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