Michael Jordan Lyrics

I feel like Michael Jordan when I'm recording Slam a thot down like I'm Randy Orton

Getcho ass shot up, up, no Kyle Korver Lost my scholarship, shit felt like torture

Still goin' good, bitch, I'm not spoiled I like rubbin' cheeks down with the oil

When I was trappin', ran out of plastic, used the foil Police chased, so I stashed it in the soil

Leave the heat on your ass like I'm tryna boil What the fuck you thought, *****, lets royal

Rumble, that hoe you with, she ain't even loyal When you leave, she hit my line like, please come over

But I don't even fuck or bend her over I just get the top in a motherfuckin' Rover

When I'm done, pull off, smokin' dozer You can smell the odor, funky green like a ogre

Fuck a Shrek, *****, tell a bitch, cut a check When I walk by, bitches be breakin' they neck

She say, you got my pussy wet, Dre, Hen, say bet

I don't need no label, I don't need no label

I-I-I don't need no label, don't don't label me

My parents named me Andre Henley

Number one hooper nigga in the city

Yeah, *****, really

Competition lookin' silly

Can't wait to hit a milli

Ain't talkin' rock, I'm talkin' million bucks

Copy hating ****** lookin' sloppy

Can't baller block me, gon' try to stop me

Knock your ass out, *****, just like I'm Rocky

Your baby mama, boy, she call me papi

And she suck me real good, real sloppy

I'm from the north side of town, we don't fuck around

Dre Hen, he gon' tear the beat down

Fuck around, he gon' take your bitch down

I don't want no kiss, just suck on this

I ain't gotta finish it, I'm killin' shit

Shit I say, I'm just a realist

Motherfuckers fake, why they just be scripting

Old heads on the block still pimpin'

They be really trippin'

Got some hoes, that's really willing

To what, get you plucked like a fuckin' chicken

That's a slaughter, *****, ain't no fuckin' killin'

Sha-rack, we call it trillin

Big bills, *****, when you fuckin' dealing

Less paper, finesse the vapors

Still can't shake the motherfuckin' haters

They'll, spray ya, fuck around, and meet your maker

Put you in the ground, Dre Hen the Undertaker