Lyrics:
The voice make her panties moist, making her sing like Diana Ross
Like I don't want it , I don't need it
She a baddie, She conceited
She call me Michael, when
and pass me by
"Dirty Diana", for you, I ran from Atlanta, it's true
Give her the paste (uh)
This not a regular bag
You better not treat me the regular way
to neglect what I'm working for?
Put my soul in the track like Diana Ross
In the cut making magic like Dumbledore, oh my god
Yeah, never gon' dwell in one
Diana Ross
I just want the neck, I'm gettin' confused, why is your panties off?
Might never see my face again, I feel like Jabbawockeez
Nigga, I'll
Better than Santa Claus
Got me all drippy like I'm in Niagara Falls
Easing on down the road (ease on downnn)
Mike and Diana Ross
You know it's finna
of kids are now thirty, no doubt
And some of my own dear teachers are my coworkers now
Hey Ross, we could've made an album decades ago
While the experience
that will slice, slice dope still like prosciutto
Rocked to sleep by a Geisha doll straight from Tokyo
I'm the ghetto Diana Ross, he's the hood Billy
and Cutlass Supremes
Seen Diana Ross remember that my sisters is queens
The Lord is coming, for now He visit in dreams
For every mission it seems impossible
(diana ross/bill wray/bob mounsey)
So close
When I look into your eyes
So close
I feel I'm hypnotized
I wanna stay here
For the rest of my life
So
Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the ROC
Memph Bleek, Young god
Ha, ha
Jigga Man, get ya mind right niggas
Adam Walsh
Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross
Too far gone inside my art form
Worshipping the ground that I walk on, that's cool
But while
cause I'm the boss
So mother[edited] Bruce Springsteen and Diana Ross
Because they know what the time is
I rock [edited] for the fly kids, be -men,
around since time created dinosaurs
Sat in crowds that got aroused by Diana Ross
In a space that only relates to Santa Claus
I'm like a myth but giving
cannonballed her face
Fuck her to some Diana Ross and faint
Damn, I lost the faith, don't judge me, I took the stand and fought the case
You can't avoid
(christopher ward/tim tickner/diana ross)
Are we not more than hunger and music
Are we not more than harlequins and horns
Are we not more than color
high, holdin' in Diana Ross
I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche
I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut
They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies
his penicillin
See I'm a addict takin' drugs, that give me quite a thrill
Diana Ross and lady's sing the blues got me poppin' pills
But it get worse,
a glorious time singing
Duets in our lifetime
We've had the pleasure of singing with
A lot of lovely ladies
Kim Weston, Mary Wells, Miss Diana Ross
It's been
a false nigga
Diana Ross nigga
So if ya lost nigga
Meet the boss nigga
He's a supa nigga
Wit A groupa nigga
Act stupid nigga
I'll fuckin' nuke
Steve Austin
Claim that I boss 'em
Basically Diana Ross 'em
But who's to blame for all these fights
When you ain't always wrong
I'm just always right
nigga)
Ten-thousand dollar outfit
She can tell I'm a rich nigga (Ball)
Came out my mama like a boss
Got these hoes singin', Diana Ross (Huh?)
Makin' big
Knock your paws off sync
Left you flat like a soft drink
Got more styles than Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack
You and Charli
When they ask me what I need I'll say a capo, a lemonade, a dollar fifty
A big bathtub, prosthetic feet, diana ross' role in mahogany
So I can hang
Somebody better call 911 (Call 911)
I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs!
My people missin me, like Diana Ross
No this ain't MMG, but I am a boss
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