Lyrics:
me?
He show off what's inside his bank but I got times 3
If you need dank then you know where to find me
I go by General Tso to make the police think
he climbed up on his jet
Played south Florida with Alan Jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
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
one
Swamp Izzo
It ain't my fault that God chose me
Got my auntie out the piece
Jackson Ave forever in me
Done got this jewelry on me
Came a long way
and blue
Or troubled by some foolish game
She always seems to make me change my mind
And I feel fine anytime she's around me now
She's around me now
it's a different game, yea
Hold up, straight up
It's a different game
You can try to stop me, but I'm in a different game, yea
Hold up, straight up
Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk
To the way you move
Everybody here is watching you
'Cause you feel like home
You're like
I have a true confession
To make to you alone
It's all about the way I love you
And adore you my own moment
I've tried to seek expression
For
Spears:
Barricades, can't block our way
J-Lo:
Don't punish me with brutality
Destiny's Child:
Talk to me so you can see
Destiny's Child/Britney Spears:
me, the way you say "hello"
Baby it's the little things that make me love you so.
The way you pour your coffee in the early mornin' light
The way
you know my discretion
I'm caught in my feelings, I know that you feel it
You sabotage my community, makin' a killin'
You made me a killer,
bang nigga
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
studios way back then?
(How you do that there?)
Caught the boxes from the mailman (go)
Bitches eat me up like Mrs. Pac-man
I'm in the race car, this
the last time it was way too strong
Let me be there, let me be there for your heart
Let me love you, let me love you like you need
And I'll make it,
So why do I feel so sad?
You cannot hide the way you feel inside, I realize
Your actions speak much louder than words
So tell me why
Ooh, by now
music
Talking to your soul
It can make you blue or make you feel so glad, oh
It's best way of talking that man has ever had
Everybody around
it was real
The way you make me feel
The closer I get to you
The more you make me see
By giving you all I got
Your love has captured me
right?
I'm gangsta, the truth don't hurt me, it heals me (it heals me)
But thank you, I'ma make sure y'all feel me
Dollars all around
Oh, there's dollars all around
Dolla, dolla bills, yeah
Dolla, dolla bills
You're on my frequency
You've been staring at me
Mic El Jah Sun
My name is Michael Jackson, perfect mix of white and black skin
Nose carved by the finest craftsmen
Moonwalk across ice in Aspen,
Watchers, no lipo
Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tightrope
And I make that pussy tapout, I knock that pussy out cold
Nigga you get beat
how Michael Jackson feel
P.Y.T you bad for real
Know why they mad mad mad
I won't lack
Stuck on you like tat tat tat
Wont hold back
Girl its
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights like
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