Lyrics:
the back Michael Jackson (Beat it from the back Michael Jackson)
The way you move back like a rearview (The way you move back like a rearview, Yeah)
Girl I'm
not a light skin
Now she makes me sing like
Michael, Jackson
I know i'm so hard headed but
You got my heart jumping up
Baby can you pick up that
Fvcking
the east
And I won't stop until we see the Lamborghini dreams
Lamborghini dreams Lamborghini dreams
I'm like Michael Jackson I might die for Billie jean
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
bitch I'm beepin
I been capping and rapping to make me a boss
Tryna find my way so we feast it
Fuckin bitches on bitches I feel like a star, then like
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their
food stamps or baby mamas or the Maury show that time coming remember Jackson 5 before Michael Jackson diedHe said it's easy as 1 2 3 you got me running
Try to harm him now
And I'll block your way
Hurl a stone at him
We'll make you feel the pain
We're here to fight
Against all who hate
Won't ever let you
me on the jack, told me he mad
Wiz Khalifa paper plane'll have you feel glad
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is
at what you put here to do
Find that, get great at that, and give that out to the world
At large values
I remember, I watched Michael Jackson
A lot because
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
to live life on the scene
Juice was 21, it's time to start sippin' that lean
Feel like Michael Jackson, damned with all these Billie jeans
Bitch, I'm 21,
really on it
Blue face Hunnids on me make her horny
Blue face hunnids on me make me feel like I own it don't it?
I still got them racks stacked in
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
Though I like the way you
Scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin' deep, it's
and right? Make sure you ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily,
Puffing on that shit that Bob Marley did
Snorting up that shit that killed Elvis kid
I'm looking paler than Michael Jackson skin
Living a life like
this a risky buissiness
A No Limit Souldier
Commanderin' Cheif
An' Michael Jackson
Can't rock a muthafuckin' party like me
I'm bumpin' for the real
Yeah, in the tabloids with the flannel on me
They hate the way these diamonds dancin' on me
I'm the reincarnated Michael Jackson
Now they tryna put
matters
If thinking you really bad as fuck
Is what's important to you
Man you really have to
Reevaluate your life
And do a Michael Jackson
Take a look in
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
on my way
Look, I'ma give you a tip
Never let nobody tell you what you can be
They told me I couldn't
But I bet they told Obama he couldn't be
to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you
Vanilla wafers in a villa, illest nigga alive
Michael Jackson thriller
And baby
It's amazing I'm in this maze with you
I just can't crack the code
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