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and there ain't no stopping me
If you knew like I knew all the heartache and pain all the hell that he brought me through
You'd be up on you feet with your

ya know me of course
(Me)
With 55 tigers riding with me Dee Ford
(Say what)
I'm Terry Bowden ain't no doubtin what these others feel
(Others feel)
So

I'm sorry Ms.Jackson
Ohhh I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms.Jackson
Ohhh I am for real

to the scene we advance
Smoking Nipsey and it got us in a trance
Like woah, Yeah, Randy Jackson woah
Yeah, I’m back in action woah
Yeah, I’m with the gang that’s

sieknąć sporo
To czysta ekspresja śpiewam tańcze George Michael Jackson Pollock
No sory Mes za follow up biba częsta horror
Nie solo wpadamy jak Gestapo

at least that means
At least that means that people know that I'm alive
And tell me do you think that I could moonwalk 
Like Michael Jackson or Neil

Screw Michael Jackson I’m a realer thriller
Spinal chiller
Realer than a four dollar biller
Lead filler
Mow cartels down like Attila
Ima hunt you
Mission

by the rich man

some ladies really bleach man
black yesterday now she white Michael Jackson
smack Mary Kay while she humping a pastor
pastor stealing

Biggie
And all the other ones
Michael Jackson especially
All my homies they dont change to be
All my homies probably whippin B's
Brick of cash
Brick

the one, can't let this chance just go by
So I went over there, no problem, though she was with some friends
Already worked for me last night, so I had high

girl
Do yo thing
Shit, this ain’t no ordinary love
I’m stuck
Damn there forgot what ordinary was
Ecstasy on infinity
Forever in this high
For every good

calling back 
We in this shit too deep there ain't no Falling back 
I feel like Jackson 5 no lie I want you back 
Fuck yo man keep it a stack he ain't got

Oooh

Big bank call me big papa
Big daddy tell the little mommas
Slim waste wit a big bottom
We aint havin no drama
Big man by the little problem
It

know that u the man
Even when you pull the cash out and the bands out and her hand out she ain't want a lil nigga
Backhand by the nightstand to your face

leasin' and I got the title
The engine V12 and the doors suicidal
Ballin' on these niggas like I was Michael
Jackson, Jordan, Tyson, and Bodine
This would

Aye (This that)
Yea, aye, aye, aye
This that hall of fame
I ain't telling no lies
Like a movie role
I get fresh, oh my gosh
At the Corna Sto
Buyin

style
Triple Seven laid back, I ain't no youngster
Fire for ya fire if I don't
Then why don't you

Hey girl, you know you got it goin' on
Hey girl, you go

a king on some Michael Jack
Bumpin’ Billy Jean like its my final track
Smelling like a forest - know I got some loud
Lighting up my swisher - now I got

He was tryn'a fuck the whole world, no lapdance
Took a bad chance, and a last chance
Last dance with the devil he aint ever goin' back since
Got

Written By Kirk Teesdale (Greymann) 
Vocals by Kirk Teesdale ( Greymann
Produced by by Michael Hilton Double O

Lyrics
	Yeah is Greymann 
She ain't

no hoe
Bitch I pour a four inside my dome
It's dirty vro yuh yuh yuh yuh

Blowing red, sipping high tech
Pimpin' in the flesh
If you ain't on that mob

'm sorry I wasn't right for you 
You know I ain't that type of dude 
You gon rob my heart and steal my mood 
Sheesh
Deliver that shit like Uber eats

take my time, I'll find some simple rhymes
To make it to the top you gotta fucking climb
This produced by 7spellz but he ain't no magician
We grinding

Ain’t no nigga gimme no help,
Dive in that pussy like I’m Michael Phelps,
Put Dick in her soul now she gasping for breath