MJ Bitch King Los

The crown ain't safe in the hood, whats good?
Los...
MJ Bitch. MJ Bitch
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ shit
Want that MJ money? Need that MJ love
Got my wrist on chill, like that MJ glove
Tell them niggas to beat it, Im back on my lean
Got your bitch on my lap, and she a dancing machine
Put my dick in your mouth, thats what my rims say bitch
I hope her head on fire, thats that MJ shit
I'm screaming MJ bitch! MJ bitch!
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ shit
MJ bitch. MJ bitch
Got my coupe moonwalking on that MJ shit

Your girl a dick-riding slut, and all you suckers is weak
Im in the big body guts, feel like im fucking Monique
No need in wiping me down, Im really clean on these niggas
My sneakers light up the ground, Im Billie Jean on these niggas
My coupe the color of dope. I push it all in the streets
Them other fuckers so dope the grill harder to sleep
Oh shit whats happenning baby? Yeah we could take us a flight
Im cool as a Miami day, my watch look like Vegas at night
I mean if a bag sick, and a shoe groovy, I'mma have her cumming soon like a new movie
Let her crew do me, cuz I I keep her pussy busting like im in a drive by with a new uzi
Your boo choose and you boo-hoo and you who's who's and you blues clues and my set win and you dudes lose
So ya'll suckas really bout to make a nigga go ham like