Lyrics:
the birds, like an eagle
Traded away, that's a Michael Vick eagle
You just worry about yours
I'ma just worry about mine
Shout out to my nigga, Jerz
We
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
out how it will in this fishbowl world
I’m just tryna be a whale
So big and white
Ishmael can’t get to sleep at night
My dreams so despised that
me on my vacation?
Speakin' on the phone in an aggravatin' tone
Now I know what Michael meant by leave me alone
So I'm askin' who is it?
make a ho get sentimental
I got ADIKA denim, ballin' with no fundamentals
Michael Jackson off the Thriller dose, hold it from the killer dose
Cookin'
Ummm
I think I'm finta Go Trapping Today
Yeah I think I'm really finta Go Trapping Today
Different ways to get paid
Big houses by the lakes
Lemonade
in her pussy if the cops come by regardless
Always tryna catch a play like the Saints' Michael Thomas
Tyreece in the back with a white bitch getting
Crafting my style around the pen/
cn evolution for the kid/
Is what it is/
Michael Jai White with punchlines/
Jean Claude van Damme without the form/
My
(Dolla $ign) She drive five hours for a nigga just to get some long dick
No flowers from her nigga out in Luxembourg
She came to Paris for a nigga
some kid said I was there
Thеn they caused a riot (Tyler's here)
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound
Of fuckers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed
doing time up in rivers when he came home
Now I'm waiting on a nigga for the get out of line
No drive by we jump out and dump where you grind
Excuse me
drugs
Those days I couldn't find some
Those days all by my lonesome
Novus ordo seclorum
Back when I was still a git
Barbie let me lick her clit
Anyway I'm
by the red, white, and blue
Crispus Attucks, Henry Flipper should be heroes to you
But since they black they get left out of all the books
this?
They like I cannot tell
I got on white tees with the Ksubis
I'm looking like L
Just hit the bank and I'm like
What the tizzness is?
Gave em the biz
when
I sped in and out of traffic
Then swerved like Big Sean into a garbage can
And knocked over a Manican
Frankly man, I'm done being
Trevor and Michael
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
Kawasaki Green
Japanese made, white trash proud
250cc sounds real loud
Ride into the city or drive it in the sticks
I’m always doing wheelies when I pass by
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
Intimidated by black skin
I ain't going out with no action
Got a faction of black and brown
And a couple whites that's down to ride for civil rights
I was born
today?
I'd rather be dead than turn my head away
We got a first world vision too
comfy to lift our hands in the air
and cry for a switch
Michael Stipe (of
Oh, No
Don't me up on the myspace flippin out
Trippin with strippers you think I'm digging out
Me sayin that "I'll never be taken by the hands
trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop
Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops
Trying to figure how to make this animal stop
Who
a falling out
As if the sun had burst
During the most
Nuclear of winters
Colder than the
Cruelest summer I know
Yeah
What is a nuclear winter anyway?
I don't
her
Walking by young Billie Jean but she white (White)
Make this right ask her in front her then she might (Might)
First date in her living room all
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