valdo - michael jackson lyrics
[intro]
yeah , b#tch , gang
gang , aye , aye
[chorus]
we hitting his block we taking a life this sh#t gone get real tragic
im pulling her hair she throwing it back and she calling me daddy you better duck cause when i up im taking a life with this rachet
im smoking his soul im high as a b#tch and he inna casket
im hitting up his block choppa singing high notes like its michael jackson
[verse1]
ion like to talk i take this sh#t serious if its smoke i get active
i buss his head like a gar when i catch his ass lackin
n#gga this sh#t in my blood yall n#ggas be p#ssy (yeah) yall be acting yall n#ggas be b#tches yall be soft (yeah) yall be actors
free my n#gga f#ck the system and them crackers
(yeah) walk down shooting sh#t like im shaq
im d#cking his b#tch she giving me head heen getting her back
im pulling her hair she hitting high notes (yeah) she throwing it back
(yeah) name a n#gga who can do it like me
we spin on his block we making his family rock his ass onna white t
everywhere i go i keep a stick
walk down on his ass ian gone miss
how the f#ck yeen slide bout your respect you n#ggas be soft ass a b#tch
you n#ggas be soft as a b#tch he talking all that sh#t gone get his ass hit
ar beating sh#t up calling this mf jackie chan the cause the way it kick
go get a bag why the f#ck you mad cause i f#cked yo b#tch
walk down on his ass got the hunnid round up in this mfn stick
imma empty this stick imma keep blowing till i hear that mfn cl!ck
ion gaf who you is yk lil valdo gone pop his sh#t
[chorus]
we hitting his block we taking a life this sh#t gone get real tragic
im pulling her hair she throwing it back and she calling me daddy you better duck cause when i up im taking a life with this rachet
im smoking his soul im high as a b#tch and he inna casket
i up his block choppa singing high notes like its michael jackson
[verse 2: 257 dinero]
f#ck the opps tryn knock me off my pivot thats why i keep my beads
no i ain’t banging but i got n#ggas behind me who be chucking the 3
dont get me wrong i hold my own n0body gotta f#ck with me
if yeen got a body ween beefing but this fade still free
im trying my luck im shooting the dice hope i come up on seven
i drop the bag go hit me a l!ck solo these n#ggas be telling
buss his head leave his sh#t gushy like a mfn melon
these n#ggas is b#tches gun like a hammer slap his ass with the metal
[chorus]
we hitting his block we taking a life this sh#t gone get real tragic
im pulling her hair she throwing it back and she calling me daddy you better duck cause when i up im taking a life with this rachet
im smoking his soul im high as a b#tch and he inna casket
i hit up his block choppa singing high notes like its michael jackson. [yeah gang b#tch]
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