Lyrics:
can't see the light
Too deep in the darkness
No forgiveness
He don't stress
OG Smith OG Smith
OG Smith hit
OG Smith got hit
But he don't quit
He just
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
to Get Better
Or
Wild Wild Woman
By Your Smith
Or Forest Whitaker
By Bad Books
Do you have any regrets?
Oh yeah
Plenty
I've seen these music docs
down with no fight, man
If you worry about it I'ma have to bust ya, kid
(knock me out, knock me out)
Not here
Deep
(got to be deep...i was...)
Or question my character and degrade me on every blog?
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your
and I'm a nympho-
Maniac, insaniac, I'll put you in a trance and
If you party with me I'll always keep you dancin'
Always keep you hyper no matter what
call Michael Jackson bad
Ooh messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Eehee messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Acha
call Michael Jackson bad
Ooh messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Eehee messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Acha
call Michael Jackson bad
Ooh messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Eehee messing with a brother that you call Michael Jackson bad
Acha
Michael (what?)
No I's, MSFTS; no typos (woo)
Look, wait we just wanna make you go psycho (go psycho)
Put a hundred thousand dollars in a Bible (woo)
I
maniac / with a alias cropped me in Baker act you done fake the facts he gotta backup /shake the tracks got the Lord loading the glock/ elevate my racks
CHORUS:
Hold on wait a minute/
I’m moving up wit the Jeffersons/
You keeping up wit the Joneses/
Papa smurf on my president/
Jaden Smith with
different level
None of you can compare
Anytime, anywhere
Emirates everywhere
Like Michael Smith I'm lethal
Black market billionaire
She said come on bae
Hanging with the Niggas
That be Fuccing with the 7
And if you wanna 8
My niggas got the 9
10 deep to your bloc
Now a nigga calling nine 11
2 niggas in
splash
Stab you ninety six times to be dramat ic
Stab you ninety six times
Just to be dramatic
I told you four or three times
Fuck a Michael Kors need
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
Even in the dark Cloud, your smile shines very bright
I Love you child!
[Chorus: Tebz Smith]
Deep thoughts for your mind
You wondering so hard
How you
warm, and kind
And every day my life would open
With love on my mind
I've got to tell you now
[Chorus]
A heart full of love
That is sent from
the sex on me
I've got scars for days, I'm so tribal
You're not Ghana made, you're not Michael
I can spar and spray with my idols
Look, if I slap your
don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
You like me rough, you like me tough
Making love real
could hit the bay
By the waters what's the plot?
Put you in designer
True religion on the sweats
We could hit the Telly
Hot jacuzzi with the jets
Ride me
We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!
It be like
This that real shit dog, real shit dog, see man, see man, come
What you say? mr.
close associates and friends
You know, sneak it in with they friends at the job
Happy hour at the bar while this song is in they car
And even if
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