MJ b*tch lyrics

The crown ain't safe in the hood, whats good?
Los...
MJ b*tch. MJ b*tch
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ sh*t
Want that MJ money? Need that MJ love
Got my wrist on chill, like that MJ glove
Tell them n*ggas to beat it, Im back on my lean
Got your b*tch on my lap, and she a dancing machine
Put my di*k in your mouth, thats what my rims say b*tch
I hope her head on fire, thats that MJ sh*t
I'm screaming MJ b*tch! MJ b*tch!
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ sh*t
MJ b*tch. MJ b*tch
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ sh*t

Your girl a di*k-riding sl*t, and all you suckers is weak
Im in the big body guts, feel like im f*cking Monique
No need in wiping me down, Im really clean on these n*ggas
My sneakers light up the ground, Im Billie Jean on these n*ggas
My coupe the color of dope. I push it all in the streets
Them other f*ckers so dope the grill harder to sleep
Oh sh*t whats happenning baby? Yeah we could take us a flight
Im cool as a Miami day, my watch look like Vegas at night
I mean if a bag sick, and a shoe groovy, I'mma have her c*mming soon like a new movie
Let her crew do me, cuz I I keep her pus*y busting like im in a drive by with a new uzi
Your boo choose and you boo-hoo and you who's who's and you blues clues and my set win and you dudes lose
So ya'll suckas really bout to make a n*gga go ham like
MJ b*tch. MJ b*tch
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ sh*t
Want that MJ money? Need that MJ love
Got my wrist on chill, like that MJ glove
Tell them n*ggas to beat it, Im back on my lean
Got your b*tch on my lap, and she a dancing machine
Put my di*k in your mouth, thats what my rims say b*tch
I hope her head on fire, thats that MJ sh*t
I'm screaming MJ b*tch! MJ b*tch!
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ sh*t
MJ b*tch. MJ b*tch
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ sh*t

Hey yo I pull up bumping that 8-ball, b*tch I think I'm 2pac
Hit these n*ggas in the head just like a 8 ball and the tube sock
Your b*tch see my new watch, now that ho your old b*tch
My old b*tch see my new fox, say I'm on some BOE sh*t
All these n*ggas on Los di*k, cuz im everything your b*tch envy
My coupe sit like its bow legged, that top back like the clip empty
Popping that Smith'n dropping them victims cuz we dope
Play my block in the kitchen, choppin them chickens like chipot-
-le. Large dough in my convo, like 4 hoes in my condo
Cuz I ball b*tch, Chris Paul mixed with a little Rose and that Rondo
I got these b*tches taking pictures like the papparazzi
I'm so fly I killed myself- Kamikaze
MJ b*tch. MJ b*tch
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ sh*t
Want that MJ money? Need that MJ love
Got my wrist on chill, like that MJ glove
Tell them n*ggas to beat it, Im back on my lean
Got your b*tch on my lap, and she a dancing machine
Put my di*k in your mouth, thats what my rims say b*tch
I hope her head on fire, thats that MJ sh*t
I'm screaming MJ b*tch! MJ b*tch!
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ sh*t
MJ b*tch. MJ b*tch
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ sh*t

MJ b*tch. MJ b*tch
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ sh*t
Want that MJ money? Need that MJ love
Got my wrist on chill, like that MJ glove
Tell them n*ggas to beat it, Im back on my lean
Got your b*tch on my lap, and she a dancing machine
Put my di*k in your mouth, thats what my rims say b*tch
I hope her head on fire, thats that MJ sh*t
I'm screaming MJ b*tch! MJ b*tch!
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ sh*t
MJ b*tch. MJ b*tch
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ sh*t