Lyrics:
know I'm the coolest
Me and my niggas, fuck hoes by the group
Niggas be fruity, tryna get in the loop
Want me to cream, she want me to scoop her
Just
Summertime
Written By: Emm Gryner, Michael Holmes
Love went cold in September
Didn't even know my name
I was alone by December
Losing at the lovin'
heart felt recital
From the wacky blacky man, they should have called me Michael
Look at the monster you make, look at the monster you pay
But you
Beauty, you make me sad
All you beautiful babies been had
Who’ll be able to love you for
What you, what you really are?
Beauty, what is your face?
don't need to front
I make history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important as Michael Jordan
Was
(Mike Noble/Michael Lunn/Danni Leigh)
We both agreed it'd be wise to be free
Two weeks gone by and all I do is wonder why
Maybe we were wrong
'Cause
and confused
16 year underdog still donning Under-roos
Sorry Busta, I know my flow sounds used
Written and directed by the likes of John Hughes
Recycled
get the gong cause we niggaz do wrong
and if you're young, and in love, do the moves of Michael Evens
singin songs, big up to my peoples Northside
Maria
She said baby carry my thighs
Like Michael Myers
She loves when I show up from behind
(Chorus)
I got my hands tied up
Only call to light up
Michael Irvin
I don't wrestle, bitch
Do I look likе Randy Savage?
Explosive tips up in this clip, they hit you
They gon' do some damage
I don't play with
The side I love
Southside and it ain't gon change
Niggas like us gon change the game
With street fame living untamed
In a wide frame drop fin to swang
the love everywhere
Even the enemy's eyes
Went from bitches dissing me
Now I'm liked by Nicki Minaj
Making history the God bodies, Vicky and Fah
Argh
Minor
record
Can’t hear what you’re sayin
When you look at me like that
Room is filled with faces
Nobody can read me like you can
Tonight ain't
Playin by
a rapper's new Bentley coup
I'm done with fake love and the fake ties
I got niggas scared to cross me now like state lines
Like I said my shooters shoot, hit
Darwin's Demise - Dead By Wednesday
Michael Modeste, Christian F. Lawrence, Rob Roy
Father, even you could not foresee Your precious monkeys
opposite
And you live by what the fuck you give
Don't give me shit
Hit my line
I'm a have to click
No friendly shit
I'm not here to play the buddy role
I
in my shoes
You would have felt it
Still got the juice
I'm so unhealthy
I feel like zeus
No one to help me, uh
I'm getting used by the booze
And its so
no fans
I did it all with no bands
I write my lyrics by hand
Just check the hype it's no scam
You know the popstar my brand
I keep it clean no Diane
you off
I'm like Michael Vick when I be writin' this shit
Cause I be houndеd by every single spitеful bitch
They wanna fight me but they ain't try'na
how stressed he gets
When he sees people hanging ornaments a
Full forty days before Christmas
(Pretty stressed, right?)
Everyone loves Christmas
the interceding of blessings
That were ordained for young michael trouble impeding
Meningitis bronchitis pneumonia all in my system
And that was all at once my
by the blindside
I'm Michael Oher and I'm ballin out
You should make a movie 'bout me
I'm half the weight with like half the size
So I'm not too
you
Another year has just gone by
With love for you and I
I don't need mistletoe and wine
To show what's really on my mind
I, I got a present
If you know my team, you know we never lose
Everybody loves to ride the passa
Got my puffer like I'm Michael Dapaah
Came thru' with like 5 girls
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