Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Michael Jackson, artist - Papoose. Album song You Can't Stop Destiny, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.07.2015
Record label: Honorable
Song language: English
Michael Jackson |
She tell me shut up nigga, shut up nigga, don’t speak |
When she get on top of me, she do it so sweet |
She take it high, she take it low, she do it slow |
She on that Janet Jackson shit, she want control |
I know the neighbors know my name, scream it, scream it |
This taste like banana pudding so I eat it, eat it (eat it, eat it) |
She just give me what I want because I need it, need it (need it, need it) |
I’m on that Michael Jackson shit, I wanna beat it, beat it (beat it, beat it |
I love my wife, I need my wife |
I swear she the only one in my life |
She cook my food, she clean my clothes |
I massage her feet and kiss her toes |
My friends get mad, they say I’m bugging |
But fuck that, I only got eyes for one woman |
I had girls before but it wasn’t the same |
Cause she my wife, she got my last name |
When she outta town, a text is wack |
She FaceTime me so I can see where she at |
Her friends get mad, they don’t understand |
But they just mad cause they ain’t got no man |
She get what she want, my wife is spoiled |
Cause she my wife and my wife is loyal |
Mrs. Mackie, your husband adore you |
We the royal family, my family royal |
I love my man, I need my man |
Told me ain’t nobody more important than I am |
I don’t really think that people understand |
See if he got beef, then I go ham |
Y’all see he don’t smile and he don’t dance |
Ain’t a chance that IG, just kilos and grams |
But he post all my pictures, you seen it, fam |
Got all these chicks straight screaming on they man |
Like look at Pap with Rem, she was in the can |
Ain’t patting me down, yo man don’t need to hold your hand |
Damn, y’all hoes ain’t got no chance |
It’s not that I’m always right but two wrongs I can’t |
No roleplay, I be stripping and he throw me bands |
I’m his personal groupie, he don’t really need no fans |
I whip around the crib all day, no bra, no pants |
And we-we stay on my lips like we in France |