Lyrics:
(My niggas chilling we mackin)
(My niggas chilling we mackin)
My niggas chilling we mackin
Moon walking on beats like my last name was Jackson
I'm
the west side, we be high by
Noon I like my ice black, I like my life black
Fucking with Ms. Jackson, lost about three stacks
Just a young boy watchin' Nick,
Could still serve anything long as it equals math
But now I'm chillin' what I smoke looks like Ms. Peach's grass (yeah)
They say it's live by the code
Screaming' out
Sorry Ms. Jackson!
Holla hooty-hoo
When you see them boys in blue
You know they get green with envy when they see our hue
Lights
Cameras
Action
To have at this
Cause you all that
And a bag of chips
I'm still corny
...I'm sorry ms. jackson
I am foreal
I am foreal
I am foreal
...I'm sorry ms. jackson
I never lie
And all these niggas really bitch and see it in they eyes
Uh-huh
Let's go
I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson
Ooh, I am for real
Never meant to make
You take paper, you take plastic
See it poking on the gram can I grab it
Save her number as Ms. Jackson if she nasty
You the baddest on the planet if
I made a wish on Aladdin an imaginary menagerie in Manhattan
Filled with robots dancin like Michael Jacksons or Janet Jacksons-- Control
Ms
steady gettin money
Ms. Cocoa leaf and weed, damn they gettin blunted
And my homies steady dyin, mothers steady cryin
I'm walkin the straight
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say fuck em and we the same
So hello mothafucka' you got some sheets
speak
Not been a week since I had to tell Ms. Jackson her and I can’t speak
Now I’m back on the scene (scene)
Back with great physique (physique)
Santa
Ok, I start out all alone
'Cause my baby mama left me
Now there's nobody at home
Beginning to feel like Ms. Jackson done got cloned
Well it's some
Yeah I'ms the 5'5 in a Royce no 5'9
They spending that bag to do it like I
Like tickets I'm fine they run short like vines
Tick tock on the clock your
gangstaz
Letras sucias y bastardas que esperas de mi
Si morirme en la gran manzana como ODB
O shit! AM sorry ms Jackson
Deporte ráfaga y no es NBA Action
'Ms Jackson' and the
Celebratory gender-appeasing 'Call Before
I Come'
Andre, who's stripped down to the
Waist by midway point
Is the most riveting
lit, but me and Dave East wasn't feelin' it
P from QC gettin' sued by his BM
The cokehead to have five abortions worth 15 Ms
Talkin' 'bout Lira
silk
We want four thousand Oxy', the M's
Designer came before breakfast
No TV, I say I'm Bowflexing
Say I nodded off like Bo Jackson
Say I did it
. Jackson
I knew there was trouble when she passed by
But she was so fly
She invited me over
So I hopped in the Rover
Then my lady called the phone
And I
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
and shot Ms Leak in the head
Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine
You need that, out on the grind all the time
They say I'm grimey, I'm
partner smoke him
Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on
I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke
Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters
some Jays that don't come out 'til 2015
I'm moonwalking bitch, yeah I'm Michael Jackson Thriller fresh
Slipped inside the Mirror, saw a pimp nigga in
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