Michael Jordan Lyrics – King Louie
Singer: King Louie
Title: Michael Jordan
n#gg#s ain’t on nothing
Gone make me shoot something (Blah!)
Doing that gum bumping, (Talking!)
Now they forest gump-ing, (Running!)
Pull up in sumn’ foreign, (Skrrt..!)
b#tch with me she foreign, (Awesome!)
Balling like I’m tall, (Swish!)
Call me Michael Jordan, (Do it!)
Doing all this flexing, (Flex)
I should have a weapon, (I do!)
So I got a weapon, (What it do?)
It shoot twice when I squeeze once (Boom Boom)
This b#tch wanna have me for lunch, (Yea)
She knock me down while I smoke four blunts (Doooope!)
Last b#tch I f#cked was a mixed breed
And I ain’t gave a f#ck since my ten speed, (Nah!)
Good weed, dirty money what the lick read, (What!)
Send a b#tch to the store for more empties, (b#tch!)
All black everything when you see me, (Louie!)
You just may smell me before you see me (Doooooope!)
Loudpack, yeah I’m smoking on Keisha, (Dope)
Just dick feed her, I don’t need her (Trill)
Mixed dirty soda with my reefer, (What!) I got on fendi and gucci at the same time (Do it!)
Me and Durk f#cked a b#tch with the same line (Yea!)
I’m like swear to God G, he like I ain’t lying (I said I told you)
I said I told the b#tch a same thing last night (Haha)
I ain’t even f#ck the b#tch but her head right (Ha!)
Tell them broke n#gg#s stop it like a red light (Skrrt..!)
Automatic, fully loaded with a red light (Blah!)
All this dope and this drank I’m a new hype (Do it!)
Leave a square n#gg# left if he don’t do right (Huggghhnn)!
Flexing is a hobby, (Do It!) My new b#tch a hottie, (Bad!)
b#tch call me Lou Gotti, (Louie!) got a b#tch named buggati (What Up!)
Got a b#tch that like benihana
Two KD’s and a Thunder
Kobe in my two cups, two fours got me too stuck
Mix matching designer, (Do it) You should call me Santa (Flex)
Ho ho ho, I got three hoes
In a coupe but it got four doors
I’ll shoot a n#gg# like a photo and even though your b#tch don’t know me
She still gave me head, emoji
Clips be long like a tall tee, cook a n#gg# brain like an omlet
Leave a n#gg# really on some dumb sh#t
Riding through strapped on some hunt sh#t
30 open hands on my gun sh#t
Shoot a n#gg# in his stomach, now he need a bag when he go sh#t
n#gg# talking that tough sh#t, bullet leave his head busted haan!
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