Lyrics:
yeah oh yeah
Michael angelo couldnt even paint this shit
These niggas be breaking the code acting like this shit hard this shit aint divinci's
I go get
bitches going Michael (Michael)
I'm going, I'm going (going, going, gone)
Nowadays I just keep one
For Angelo she a freak huh
Sing or Rap? What you doin'
like
There he go there he go
(No)
They get the pic Michael Angelo
See I been balling I'm going bro
(Going going going)
I got the 40 too
She got the 42
tonight,
Its a time like a twelve
Got my gear on the April
And I fly
Michael Angelo creation of a Lazy
With a touch want too much
Gotta leave em all behind
My last name is not Angelo
I did not row the boat ashore
I’m not your former lover or
An archangel
I did not split to New Orleans
Followed by a blue
to stand together
Brother, you're like no other
You're miles ahead of any other
You showed me things like Michael Angelo
And a paint a picture in a movie
Anyone who sees her, soon forgets the Mona Lisa
It would take I know, a Michael Angelo
And he would need the glow of dawn that paints the sky above
to stand together
Brother, you're like no other
You're miles ahead of any other
You showed me things like Michael Angelo
You'd paint a picture in a movie
a perfect world
With shades of Michael Angelo
With each promise made
In every heart that knows
We can live in a perfect world
in shades of Michael
llegaba
Itier con gafas oscuras
Y vi como Michael Stuart
Con Funky Joe conversaba
Y Tommy Torres estaba
con su guitarra en ambiente
Y gritaba entre la gente
day Michael Angelo
Mike Render how I speak my soul
Mike Render I'ma killer trying to lead my folks
I remember when a nigga was a check past broke
But I
Ouh ouh
Hey yeah yeah yeah
Hey yeah yeah yeah
Angelo angelo
Hey yeah yeah yeah
Elle me provoque c'est elle qui veut wowow
Elle me provoque
C'est elle
through shit quit acting bro
I be chilling in the sewage Michael Angelo
Your dick so small need a microscope
Shit maybe even a telescope
No wonder your
I'm no Michael Angelo
I'm no masterpiece
I ain't got no cupid heart
I ain't got nothing to give
The sun don't shine for me
Rain is just
Compton
Yeah
Mon âme est lourde comme Ichigo Accompagné de Donatelo
Gourmand comme Michael Angelo
Mais j'reste de glace comme Tenshiro
La nuit je vis comme
D'angelo flow, yeah, how it
Feel? That D'angelo flow, yeah
Rap game, Michael Angelo, oh Lord
like a cantelope
I be Michael Angelo
Gurl you are my antidote
I was Adam she was Eve
Makin’ bread and smoking cheese
Fixing all her broken dreams
For me
Michael Angelo
Dime Ballah cuantas balas, ey
Fuk Fake Music
Jamby El Favo
Fuk Fake Music
Michael Angelo, ey, ey
En el saxofón
Fuk Fake
Dime Ballah
fingir que nada se passa
Mas se queres ser lebre da história
Boy eu vivo em carapaça
E eu vou dá 20 - 1
Mas sempre com o memo pincel
Michael Ângelo na
Fendi moon boots, size six
Got me walking around like I'm Michael though (yeah)
Paint my hair 'cause I'm Tyson (uh), Jordan, Angelo
Baby, welcome
a work of art painted by Michael Angelo
I wake up to pussy and cantaloupe
Then she made me fuck my appetite
Fuckin' so hard I'ma remember this in
a work of art painted by Michael Angelo
I wake up to pussy and cantaloupe
Then she made me fuck my appetite
Fuckin' so hard I'ma remember this in
and clay
Girl you're all that I want
I need you up around my way
Michael Angelo would faint
Rembrandt would cry
To stand in line for a lock of your
nigga, might go steal some ho's dreams
Michael be my inspiration, Tyson in them old rings
Jackson with the moves, slide, Jordan with the 4-5
Michael be
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