Lyrics:
where I live
where I get lost like one of Kennedy kids
Then I reappear when it's "Time 4 Aksion"
Then disappear again like LaToya Jackson, it's
the bills we sike em
so high like Toni Braxton
if you want to get with this action
show em off like Michael Jackson
or sream like Janet
so funkdafied you
spin again and make you think the movie title action
Brown skin nigga I'm pushing P feel like Michael Jackson
Niggas be jokes I must be front row
yeah, that just how I'm designed
We talk about the struggle, Michael Jackson in his prime
Even put 'em on a scale, 'til I seen that 9-9
Thug
Michael Jackson bad
But I can't fuck with Billie Jean
Shoot like Dame but I don't hoop
Circle small like hula-hoops
Pass that bitch ally-oops
Say its smoke
it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh
When
talking bout' Jordan, ain't talking bout' Jackson
And I put that on MJ, (MJ) I'm bad (I'm bad)
They hatin', (They hatin') they mad (They mad)
On my momma,
Ayo Paul, It's Em
I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing
And I know that he's not thrilled about the video
What, does he want to be
Ayo Paul, It's Em
I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing
And I know that he's not thrilled about the video
What, does he want to be
MJ, the baboon walk
Michael, Jackson
Michael, Jackson
Micahel, Jackson
Flashy, Jacket
Thriller
Kill em', The birds
Fill em', Arenas
Feel em', She
is mine, talking Michael Jackson
You know when we met it was a chain reaction
Cold winter night, I just need my baby
Got her on my mind, need her
papers and Randy's
Smoking out somewhere where the sand be
Plan B killing these kids
Not Michael Jackson
I ain't feeling these kids
And you hating
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
who you are
Do you hear me Jake and Logan Paul?
I'll inject them with a Michael Jackson dosage of Propofol until their dozin' off
I've fuckin' had it
that got me mad
He think he Michael Jackson you ain't bad
She Michael Jackson bad
Might spend some cash on her
Put a bag on em
I might spazz on em
Im surrounded by real niggas
You got crash dummies
I got
the fucking discussions, don't make me mad
Call me Michael Jackson cause I'm bad, bad, bad nigga
Call me Michael Jackson
days reacting to what
They bring good things come our way
Followed by bad things we struggle
As best we can to gain some control
Because being helpless
the wraith they for certain this NASA collab bouta buy me a eurace
She call it a thriller the way that I beat it
Michael Jackson lemme see it
Hop in
Played by me, there's no rules
True wit and grit and everything I do
As I name tag pop under everything I drew
So vivid within them studios, I'm Michael
she’s jamaican and a mix of something else she bad, but she aint my girl,
and lately i’ve been dreaming can’t you tell oh man, be my world
she’s
D us)
Cat carpet red, and it's about to kick your feet up (kick your feet up)
Put Michael Jackson in my crew, we can be the Beatles (Rich Gang)
My
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