Lyrics:
knock em dead like Michael
I had to shoot my shot no rifle
The way you bust it shawty got my mind blown
Oui I wanna touch it get my feel on
Yeah she
They just, wanna, turn me, to a
bad guy
But I had to do it my hands tied
Grass looking hungry on my side
I'm winning this by a landslide
Holdup wait
at what you put here to do
Find that, get great at that, and give that out to the world
At large values
I remember, I watched Michael Jackson
A lot because
God was right by his side side
Hey
We really miss you
We really miss you
We really miss you
We really miss you
This song is a tribute to Michael from
wherever
Niggas try get in my way, go to war with whoever
I'll go to war with you bitch niggas all by myself
Always stood on my own, never asked for no help
which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael
Just keep singin' that same song, recycled
We'd all much rather get along and fight you
Me and Hailie
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
gotta hide (we gotta hide)
You're Ola Ray and I'm Michael (Michael)
Cus it's the Thriller
Yeah we gotta, we gotta
Ru-huh-un, Run-huh-un
Ru-huh-un
I’m coming back Girl you got me bent
Now I’m on my own and I’m doing really great
Then I seen you walk by Knowing that it was to late
Thought it was
on your own
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, you can tell by the tone
Gotta lotta women waitin' by they phone all alone
But I'm here for ya
When I get
Puffing on that shit that Bob Marley did
Snorting up that shit that killed Elvis kid
I'm looking paler than Michael Jackson skin
Living a life like
go to club where she might go
My right tone
Made her eyes glow
I feel myself bad like michael
You wear a mask today but it’s not halloween
It’s not
Cliff: All except one of us are single, and available!
Michael: And bitter... and desperate!
Jon: I only date pro-feminist men, so it kinda, you know,
If I love you right or wrong Ima ride to the end
On my side we don't pretend I was raised by made men
Knew the game by age of 10 that's when my uncle
this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though
You
the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their
the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their
Doin this shit all by myself
No complaining
I'm building wealth
Swimming with sharks like
Michael Phelps
Circle small
But you can't tell
be him next
So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael?
Just keep singin' that same song, recycled
We'd all much rather get along then fight
you like
Then you go come my side
Me I go shenk you no be lie
Me I go chop your eyes
I'm connected by grace
Moving by faith,
Me I keep running my race
think you really know, fam
I've been cold since Jeezy was a snowman
I've been dope since Michael's first nose, man
I'm into wild things
Matt Dillon, get
Sliding by in that big body
Curtains all in my window
This fame hurt but this chain worse
I think back you asked the same person
If this is all you had
Tell me that you love me, tell me that you need it
Michael Jackson in that pussy, beat it
You know when I'm in it, you know that's my weakness
I
feeling brothy
My eyes are open wide
I got this bowl of soup and I think Michael fucking died
I think I'll be okay
Wait what are you doing
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