Lyrics:
when you see it
You know it when it's there
Like Michael Jackson Thriller
Like Farrah Fawcett Hair
It's good shit (I like it when you play with my
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
And one by one each woman he kiss
(He kiss her and she gon' fall in love)
Stokie's just Stokie, you know?
(Stokie's Stokie)
Till someone shows that they
don't trust none of y'all
And these hoes worthless by the gutter ball
Any beat I'm a fuckin' dog
I can't stop this shit for nothin' y'all
Bitches like you
at her)
And you still want to keep her (ew)
I just Michael Jackson, beat her (beat it)
Don't talk about swag, I'm dabbin' (I'm dabbin')
I re'd up
myself
A good dude, but I can do bad by myself
It's sad that I felt that I could never be
With nobody, girl you know my G
O.d. On the good life, 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
you tryna prove?
And why the fuck do you even care about what I do? You don't know how I move so I'm just telling you
I made every single right move
I
shit
Cause it's really sad how y'all niggas think y'all match this
Yeah y'all down bad but I'm bad Michael Jackson
Slide with the drip like I spilled it
Shining up bright like a Lantern O' Jack
Baby I'm aging like wine
Better and better by time
Get better by every time you listen, I intertwine
I'm scaling
you're telling me
By two eleven I fell into my mentality
Id I can't tell you that you're bell then why you belling me ah
getting ahead of me ah because
cases niqqa
Opps killa', I'm the KKKop killa', a Monster
The new Hip-Hop version of Michael Jackson - Thrilla'
All I need's a beat from Dilla to show you
Crooked going Michael Jackson on Thriller
I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Goin'
problems tryna solve em I'm not ok
Anne are you ok
You Michael Jackson bad girl i can't lie I'm feeling you
I ain't bring no sholvel girl I'm digging you
Luther? JFK? Shoot you—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit
Houston Offset
Michael Jackson
Smooth Criminal
Dodge Subliminals
No one man should have all this power
Charles Whitman
Shots from a clock tower
Back
no imitations
Dre losin' his stack is slim as chances
Of Michael Jackson gettin' his
Black fans back my reputation's like a TEC-9
Knock out the best in
They used to doubt me
I can barely count it
Like Michael jackson
On gang
Memba back they used to doubt me
Now so much cash can barely count it
dancing
Wanna see me hit it from the line? Bitch, I'm Reggie Jackson, back in action
Preparing for Creed, think I'm Michael B.
Huh
Jordan In the finals 6-0,
Moon Walking in the trap like Michael Jackson
I’m fucking yo bitch she got them braids Like Janet Jackson
I’m flee as fuck and plus that blick up in
of pizza in the fridge if you want it
A bottle of aspirin on the table by the playboys
Did you see miss April? God I feel so old
This single life, it sure
it’s too many men
Many men want something from me
W’s in my eyes I swear losing ain’t me
And I need big bucks you be good off Bambi’s
Brodie said that
Baaaaaaaabe
It's been a minute since we both vibed
It's been a minute since you hopped on this dick and
Riiiiiidddde
I'm ready to be single
And go
really need it?
Oh yea best believe it
Michael Jackson know I gotta beat it
Deacon will believe it
And I get it done no teasing
I'm the only that's
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