few pennies out my piggy bank Yayo, bring the *******, I'm in room 203 Freak ***** look like Kim, before the surgery It's an emergency, on Michael Jackson
freak be missin, I got her twurkin n she be whistlin Piece be glistenin every time it get a light reaction Despite the braggin my chest brighter than Michael Jackson
as a life I had, I'm not mad I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned And she keeps
lets go Well I was born a country boy Raised on Haggard and Strait She was born in da hood She sure looks good And she thinks rap is great So we meet
MC's think they're nice, but not hardly That's what they "Say Say Say" like Paul McArtney And Michael Jackson, I cypher the action To anyone who assists
, thats just how the chain sound. It go real hard like Michael Jackson on a playground. Joka on that fruity fruit. Dem pussy's dey be hatin, We make '
past So that basically resurrected my cash flow I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke Though I ain't wrapped tight My blood type's the '80s, my '90s
home that night And when she hear shots she page me Havin' nightmares that a nigga's pushin' up daisies Because I'm hangin' with these killas She's always tellin' me not to hang with my
bad as a life I had, I'm not mad I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned And she keeps
, "What's all y'all name?" That's the question that I'm askin' I'm Michael, that Celine, that's Dion, that's Jackson That's Rickey, that's Martin, that's Tony and that's
action Spin around and grab my dick like Michael Jackson Nigga pimpin' ain't dead, you heard what I said I got a high priced hoe, layin' bitches, she
that's what I need in my life Yes, it is, well, well? She's calling me on my phone Telling me she's feeling freaky, her body's in need of me Hoppin'
[Hook] [Chamillionaire] She's calling me, on my phone Telling me she's feeling freaky, her body's in need of me Hopping in on my 4's, grabbing my Chopped
you was a real n-gga you would and now i got your chick n-gga she'll get out the hood and no I would peck her but she peck on my wood and she do it so
Your my devil your my angel, Your my heaven your my hell, Your my now your my never, Your my freedom your my jail, Your my lies your my truth, Your my
we went wrong God, bring my family back because they long gone It's on, now, Pops don't even come around But I know Pop's got problems That's why your little nigga's
(Tempamental) U not my girl U not my wife Got a couple tips from Mike I'm moonwalkin outcha life I close my eyes, you outta site Now she wanna call me
zee It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting