Lyrics:
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
light
Confront my demons I will win
Heartless
Fueled by spite
Your words don't even break my skin ah
Feel maniacal
Freezing like the south pole
My hands
of stuff that put you on a shirt boy
Yeah the knife dirty
But I promise that it work boy
Nigga not average
And they like when he dance like Michael Jackson
I'm into dealin' drugs ain't no
Drug dealer in you
I remember one time I seen this
Nigga Michael Jackson lean on 'em
Well you can't come back to
Life
to the other side
And I didn't even have to die
Got the money and I never show it
Let a nigga try to play heroic
Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams
That's a hit and run, bitch, call GEICO (21)
Six karats hangin' out my motherfuckin' earlobe
Shinin' like the glove on Michael (Jackson)
Got a couple
respect it or check it
Nigga
Rest in peace to Michael Jackson
You niggas need me, man
I might have to start moonwalking
Couple dance moves and shit
Write
wanna
Don the ski mask of the robbers (Frantz Fanon)
As if I'm not already seen as bad by the coppers (Homage)
That's like parents being raised by
Like Michael Jackson was asking
To keep you smiling ear to ear
Girl look that's my satisfaction
I know you passionate
And us crossing paths it wasn't no
past the bouncer with the stun gun
I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one
Cause who's bad? not Michael Jackson when I asked him
I
you girl all I'm doin is geekin'
I wanna take you on a getaway just for the weekend
And fuck you all typa' ways Michael Jackson just beat it
Uh, just
ass like Michael Jackson
My crimes go away for a benefaction
Cooking meth in my basement, a master of chemical reaction
Fooled the police like I ran
a drive-by.
Niggas catchin' tantrums,because your girl's never safe around
The midnight phantom.
They predicted I'm-a fall,
They must be down with Michael
a old storage
My bitch bad yea she mixed she just look foreign
These niggas mad that I'm better feel like Michael Jordan
You trying hard on that beat I
got saved by the bell
Keep praying to God, cause I keep sinning
DVD on the opps, my niggas, they spinning
I'm from the murda and bitch, we bending
Vell
diamonds (diamonds), Michael Jackson in his prime, bitch, and I'm bad
Look at my wrist, look at my bitch (woo, uh-huh)
Sometimes they kiss, yeah (woo,
deaky bitches why you
Acting so conceited?
Fucking on young nigga tryna' keep
The shit a secret
Michael Jackson beating up the
Pussy like a speaker
She
dance
I'm Michael Jordan with the last dance
And Michael Jackson with the dance moves
Was Moon walking on the sand dunes
When I was the one that you ran
miss harriat Tubman what you got for me today tryed to escape from the kkk sign miss Jackson I had to bring the ak Michael Jackson moon walk right off
came to drop it
The prophet is to love each other
Michael Jordan/Jackson, Cosby money, Oprah
They got our love by go get Africa
[Lord Superb]
Harmony,
running back like I'm on the track team she bad real bad Michael Jackson
Can't lie she so attractive
Can't lie she so attractive
It's mad how I cause
He not on it he just actin'
Pourin' up I'm sippin' Haxtons
Play a bitch not talkin' madden
Dance that beat like Michael Jackson
I buy perks straight by
don't care uhh
Passion, I live with passion huh
Jackson, you Michael Jackson Bad
Fashion, you rocking fashion nova
You making me lose composure
Damn I
a nigga wasn’t ready buss quick shit happens the way
Dem ass cheeks got to clapping I’m done so what you bout to do she went
Brazy Michael Jackson bad bro
Discuss these bad dvd by michael jackson Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In