Lyrics:
niggas don't make it dat way
From the veg not the bay
Ima go start me play Nd ima go cop A
But no it's not madden
Tired of these bitches dat stay
their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)
I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in
Clubs get their
look good today"
But what about yesterday? Like
What are you talking about?
"Oh, you look real nice today" (Nah, yeah)
There's only one day, by the way
And red and yellow undertones, this from me to you
I love your tone skin
I love the girl within
I love the way you make me feel like I'm Superman
But you
My son's name is Michael Justice Ajani Sterling
Michael after his grandfather, not to mention Jordan, Jackson, and Tyson
See, he came out fighting
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
Abarionthebeat no mans land
Young Michael wit it
Craftsmanship and pure greatness
Is What I exhibit
Jordan or Jackson
Doesn’t matter
You gotta
少
说那些
你
对我这个人并不了解
Don’t say those crap you don’t know me as a person
你听我吹牛然后把他
变成真的请叫我吹牛老爹
You listen to my bluff and I’ll make it true just call me
the future. and
Japan people are great, it's fun to play there and you feel very confident
And convinient or whatever to play there. and japanese people are
I gotta dark skin and a light skin
Just like Michael Jackson
Day dream while I'm moonwalking
Cause I make shit happen
Got both of em singing all high
told me you don't believe it
Bring me to my knees and I can feel my feet sinking
I just wanna trust you, see you face through the weekend
Make your
on the wall
Nobody sees me, but I survey all
See their pain
Feel their pain
Their joy is mine
In time
Ay
Ay
Ay
Fuck
Ay stand up
Turn up
Reciprocity
Rain man
the reproduction
Drop on your knees and give me that suction
Now you know I ain't talking beans
When I tell you don't get canned
I just wanna make more P's
Notes,
I feel so good
Yeah, let's go
We ain't rockin' no shell toes
Fly Giuseppes, got brimstones on my Velcro
Strapped, lookin' like Michael Jackson
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers
they won't have to drop another album
B.b. King saw the king in me, so why can't you?
In order to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis,
We just spoke the other day
And the magic was completed
Now treat it like Michael Jackson
& you can beat it
But I’m more like Michael Myers
You
no
I told her "don't you get to schemin' " (Woah)
She wanna keep it all
I know she fiendin' tho
Feel like Michael Jackson by the way I beat it, oh yuh
Aang
When I'm on the track and start spitting it
I feel like Zuko I strike with the flames
You don't want smoke with me no way
Like a lion out his
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
every animal extinct
My money racist go Ching Ching
From the basement to a big thing
Leave me alone
Like Michael Jackson hooks the record is golden
No
you a addict tryna get your habit
I been known for cuttin bitches
Don't get too attached
Red leather jacket with the strap feel like I'm Michael Jackson
Moon walker
Make her and her dude feel awkward
When me and my boo shopping
Hey hey hey moon walker
All you see is daisy dukes and sun dresses
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