Diizii, DefNOTBio - Michael Jackson Lyrics

Whew
Rxot killed this shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Listen
I ain't listen to fake stories they tell
Locked up, tell me: who gonna pay bail?
I can smell all the kush that they sell
Do not disturb, homie, do not raise hell
I ain't listen to fake stories they tell
Locked up, tell me: who gonna pay bail?
I can smell all the kush that they sell
Do not disturb, homie, do not raise hell
Yeah, that bitch is bad, but she ain't Mike Jack
You switched up, pussy, I do not like that
If you bite, homie, I will not bite back
Not talkin' teeth, I mean your style, I won't bite that
'Cause I'm bein' real, homie, I'm not like that
And nah, never do I wanna live a life that
Is full of fakes, yeah, that verse? He ain't write that
Now these broads sayin', "Diizii, yeah, your pipe fat"
We're in a living hell, but I'll send you to heaven
I'm comin' in first, you just comin' in second
Would you take a bullet for your homies? That's the question
I'm a legend, bitches' hearts? Ha, broke 'bout seven
Nah, I'm playin', wishin' for a bitch, 11:11
My words break through, my words are my weapons
Half of us here are dead or in depression
And I'm one of the depressed, that's my confession, Diizii
I ain't listen to fake stories they tell
Locked up, tell me: who gonna pay bail?
I can smell all the kush that they sell
Do not disturb, homie, do not raise hell
I ain't listen to fake stories they tell
Locked up, tell me: who gonna pay bail?
I can smell all the kush that they sell
Do not disturb, homie, do not raise hell
Bitch, I'm dangerous like Michael Jackson, I'll make you drip
I'll kill yo' ass, I call that dying fashion, thinking I won't kill you
'Cause I'm friendly? Bitch, call me the nice assassin
I keep that steel, but I call it my heat, it's nickname is the iron dragon
Thirty in the clip, and one in the top, bitch
You'll get the entire fraction, so walk on me like bridges
And you'll be under the hammers, no Brian Jackson
That bitch is ready to sing like it got out of choir practice
You actin' like Lucifer 'til I give you hell
Stop actin' like you went through hell, felt some pain you never felt
People came around, I had to waste 'em like a leather belt
You talk about drugs, but you've never dealt
See I'm steppin' on necks, like I'm waitin' in line
They actin' tough, but they shakin' inside, try to break me like a law
Now they payin' a fine, talkin' dirt gon' get you buried alive
After we beat you, until you barely alive
I ain't listen to fake stories they tell
Locked up, tell me: who gonna pay bail?
I can smell all the kush that they sell
Do not disturb, homie, do not raise hell

Whew
Rxot killed this shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Listen
I ain't listen to fake stories they tell
Locked up, tell me: who gonna pay bail?
I can smell all the kush that they sell
Do not disturb, homie, do not raise hell
I ain't listen to fake stories they tell
Locked up, tell me: who gonna pay bail?
I can smell all the kush that they sell
Do not disturb, homie, do not raise hell
Yeah, that bitch is bad, but she ain't Mike Jack
You switched up, pussy, I do not like that
If you bite, homie, I will not bite back
Not talkin' teeth, I mean your style, I won't bite that
'Cause I'm bein' real, homie, I'm not like that
And nah, never do I wanna live a life that
Is full of fakes, yeah, that verse? He ain't write that
Now these broads sayin', "Diizii, yeah, your pipe fat"
We're in a living hell, but I'll send you to heaven
I'm comin' in first, you just comin' in second
Would you take a bullet for your homies? That's the question
I'm a legend, bitches' hearts? Ha, broke 'bout seven
Nah, I'm playin', wishin' for a bitch, 11:11
My words break through, my words are my weapons
Half of us here are dead or in depression
And I'm one of the depressed, that's my confession, Diizii
I ain't listen to fake stories they tell
Locked up, tell me: who gonna pay bail?
I can smell all the kush that they sell
Do not disturb, homie, do not raise hell
I ain't listen to fake stories they tell
Locked up, tell me: who gonna pay bail?
I can smell all the kush that they sell
Do not disturb, homie, do not raise hell
Bitch, I'm dangerous like Michael Jackson, I'll make you drip
I'll kill yo' ass, I call that dying fashion, thinking I won't kill you
'Cause I'm friendly? Bitch, call me the nice assassin
I keep that steel, but I call it my heat, it's nickname is the iron dragon
Thirty in the clip, and one in the top, bitch
You'll get the entire fraction, so walk on me like bridges
And you'll be under the hammers, no Brian Jackson
That bitch is ready to sing like it got out of choir practice
You actin' like Lucifer 'til I give you hell
Stop actin' like you went through hell, felt some pain you never felt
People came around, I had to waste 'em like a leather belt
You talk about drugs, but you've never dealt
See I'm steppin' on necks, like I'm waitin' in line
They actin' tough, but they shakin' inside, try to break me like a law
Now they payin' a fine, talkin' dirt gon' get you buried alive
After we beat you, until you barely alive
I ain't listen to fake stories they tell
Locked up, tell me: who gonna pay bail?
I can smell all the kush that they sell
Do not disturb, homie, do not raise hell