Songtext Michael jordan King Louie

Michael jordan

(Hook)
Niggers ain’t on nothing,
Don’t you’re missing something?
Doing acting bumping
Now they’re forest gumping
Pull up in some foreign
Bitch told me she forward
Balling like i’m tall
Call me Michael Jordan.
Niggers ain’t on nothing,
Don’t you’re missing something?
Doing acting bumping
Now they’re forest gumping
Pull up in some foreign
Bitch told me she forward
Balling like i’m tall
Call me Michael Jordan.

(Verse)
Doing all this flexing
I should have a weapon
So i got a weapon
I shoot once when i squeeze once.
This bitch will have me for lunch,
She knock me down while i smoke four blunts,
Last bitch i fuck was a mispree,
And ain’t give a fuck since my ten speed,
Girl, we gonna do money with the liquory,
Tell the bitch to the stuff are more empties.
All black everything when you see me,
You just may smell me before you see me,
All pack y’all smoking on keysha,
Just dig feeder, i don’t need her.
Mix 30 soda with my feeder,
Got on Fendy and Gucci on the same time.
Me and dirt baught the bitch with the same line,
I’m like sweat on the G it’s like a hate line.
I told the bitch the same thing the last night,
I ain’t mean for the bitch, but it ain’t right.
Tell em broke niggers stopping like the red lights
Automatic, fully loaded with a red light.
All is dope in this drink, i’m a new high,
You’re the square nigger left, you don’t do right.

(Hook)
Niggers ain’t on nothing,
Don’t you’re missing something?
Doing acting bumping
Now they’re forest gumping
Pull up in some foreign
Bitch told me she forward
Balling like i’m tall
Call me Michael Jordan.
Niggers ain’t on nothing,
Don’t you’re missing something?
Doing acting bumping
Now they’re forest gumping
Pull up in some foreign
Bitch told me she forward
Balling like i’m tall
Call me Michael Jordan.

(Verse)
Flexing is a hobby, my new bitch- a hotie,
Bitch call me Lou Gatti, got a bitch named Bugati.
Got a bitch arrive in the Honda, two katies in the thunder
Caught me in my two cups, two fours got me to stop.
Mix matching designer, you should call me sana,
Ho-ho-ho, i got three hoes, ain’t it cool but i got four dopes.
I shoot a nigger like a photo, even though your bitch don’t know me
She still getting head, imulging.
Thrifts getting low like atante, cook a nigger brain like an omlet,
Leave a nigger really on some dumb shit,
Grind through stripe throw some hard shit.
Thirty open heads on my gun shift, shoot a nigger in the stomach
Now you need a bag when you go shit.
Leave taugh that taugh shit, but ain’t losing, busted.

(Hook)
Niggers ain’t on nothing,
Don’t you’re missing something?
Doing acting bumping
Now they’re forest gumping
Pull up in some foreign
Bitch told me she forward
Balling like i’m tall
Call me Michael Jordan.
Niggers ain’t on nothing,
Don’t you’re missing something?
Doing acting bumping
Now they’re forest gumping
Pull up in some foreign
Bitch told me she forward
Balling like i’m tall
Call me Michael Jordan.