| You know, when I was a little kid, I idolized Michael Jackson
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| And them shiny ass shoes that nigga had
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| That nigga was so dope to me
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| I tried to moonwalk all over the whole house, that’s word to my mom
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| You could ask her
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| The other day when I seen these motherfuckers I just had to make a song about em
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| Black Giuseppe’s on my feet, I feel like Michael Jackson
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| See my life is like a movie, but I’m not no actor
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| I smoke a wood into a doobie, the weed make me happy
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| I hit the mall and blow a bag and get it back and stack it
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| Black Giuseppe’s on my feet, I feel like Michael Jackson
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| Moonwalkin' in Giuseppe’s like I’m Michael Jackson
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| I smell like money so she put her hands on me
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| How you rich nigga? |
| You ain’t got no bands on you
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| Bitch I’m from California and I’m smokin' California
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| That mean my weed is very loud, it got a strong aroma
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| Moonwalkin' in Giuseppe’s, she say Neffy sexy
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| I just hit her with the digits, told the bitch to text me
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| When she showed up to the crib, I told the bitch to neck me
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| Ordered her a luxury Uber, she pulled off in a Lexus
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| How you finna stunt with no money? |
| You out here lookin' naked
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| Me and all my niggas one hunnid, we out here gettin' chicken
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| I just spent two bands on my feet, I’m really Giuseppe steppin'
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| I don’t leave the house with no tool, I always stay with the weapon
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| Black Giuseppe’s on my feet, I feel like Michael Jackson
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| I got top from Billy Jean
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| Lil' boy I’m not your daddy
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| That mean I came all on her face
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| Lil' boy I’m not your pappy
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| I’m only in it for the cheese
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| That mean I’m not your Neffy
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| Black Giuseppe’s on my feet, I feel like Michael Jackson
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| See my life is like a movie, but I’m not no actor
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| I smoke the weed into a doobie, the weed make me happy
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| I hit the mall and blow a bag and get it back and stack it
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| Black Giuseppe’s on my feet, I feel like Michael Jackson
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| Moonwalkin' in Giuseppe’s like I’m Michael Jackson
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| I’m the nigga off of Thriller, I don’t double dribble
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| I’ma turn it up a lot, you turn it up a little
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| Call the quarterback, sneak and run it up the middle
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| Bitch, I think I’m Michael Jackson on this instrumental
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| Bitch, I bought this shit on purpose
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| Wasn’t coincidental
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| Yeah my sneakers cost your rent, you think I’m out my mental
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| Stood on my tippy toes
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| That’s how lil' Neffy pose
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| Flex with my eyes closed
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| I spent another roll
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| Every time I’m in LA, I stop at Roscoe’s
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| Party at the AOD, that shit was hella dope
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| Ordered her a luxury Uber, she pulled off in a Lexus
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| How you finna stunt with no money? |
| You out here lookin' naked
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| Me and all my niggas one hunnid, we out here gettin' chicken
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| I just spent two bands on my feet, I’m really Giuseppe steppin'
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| I don’t leave with house with no tool, I always stay with the weapon
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| Walkin' in the streets like I’m Michael Jackson
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| Black Giuseppe’s on my feet, I feel like Michael Jackson
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| See my life is like a movie, but I’m not no actor
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| I smoke the weed into a doobie, the weed make me happy
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| I hit the mall and blow a bag and get it back and stack it
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| Black Giuseppe’s on my feet, I feel like Michael Jackson
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| Moonwalkin' in Giuseppe’s like I’m Michael Jackson |