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Jackson Michael What More Can I Give

I ain't gon be satisfied till all y'all stressed out That's a fuckin shame, I ain't gon be satisfied til I see blood, nigga What you think we was doin

I can't slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where I'm headed, just

Wings) Now I?m totally full. They give you wings just like a Red Bull. I?m not like Lil? Wayne bringin? the lollipop. I?m more like Fiddy and I bring

Blah Blah Blah It don't matter, I'm just babblin Like you understand what I'm saying Anyway I'm just traveling In one ear and I'm out the other You're

A double D Y And when it comes to rippin? the mic, oh my, oh my, oh my I guarantee you by time I'm through You gotta give me more props than a Motown

since I was a kid I mean just to get a piece of the action Man, they start rememberin' more times than Michael Jackson But I can't fade to the tag alongs

niggas man I know, I, I, I know I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't Fuck with my damn self I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with

, I gotta let it out Girl, I take your love to the head without a doubt Listen baby, do you think you ready for the action? I give chicks 'Butterflies' like Michael Jackson I

back so get the bozack The american dream, the people choice pick I flip more vowels than pat sajak's white bitch I'm bad ask michael jackson's dad about