Michael Jordan Lyrics

[female]
I used to want to be like Michael Jordan
Figured I would hit the NBA and make me a fortune

[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, every time I'm in my city I be hacking like my shit
don't stink
Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding round with niggas that I grew up with since
McNair
Bumping "Me Against the World", hello world, Kendrick
here
And I'm too/two much for these niggas, I'm three much
for these hoes
I'm too/two much for these niggas, I'm three much for
these hoes
I'm too/two much for these niggas, I'm three much for
these hoes
Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
Michael Jordan
Bounce-bounce hoe, bounce-bounce

[Kendrick Lamar]
This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a
head
or f*ck my enemy's bitch, acting bad and getting rich
Pull up on them twenty-sixes, I'm a vanity slave
I'm a sinner, Jesus Christ, please forgive me for my
ways
I don't know why your bitch wanna f*ck me
and I don't know why you f*ck niggas can't see
I'm a Comp-town representer, concrete backflipper
A.K.A. that nigga, don't worry
I don't know why your bitch wanna f*ck me
and I don't know why you f*ck niggas can't see
This is HiiiPoWeR, since the Eddie Bower I've been
popular
I'm popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come
You jocking her, let her be a hoe, why you stopping
though?
We stopping the traffic, what you know bout them hockey
pucks?
Skating on 'em, why you hating on 'em? You should learn
from 'em
See too many of y'all getting money, know my turn
coming
I don't know why your bitch wanna f*ck me
and I don't know why... "Hey, wait a minute
motherf*cker"

[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Every time I'm in my city I be feeling like my shit
don't stink
Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding round with niggas that I grew up with since
McNair
Bumping "Me Against the World", hello world, Kendrick
here
And I'm too/two much for these niggas, I'm three much
for these hoes
I'm too/two much for these niggas, I'm three much for
these hoes
I'm too/two much for these niggas, I'm three much for
these hoes
Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch Michael Jordan bitch, Michael Jordan bitch
That means I'm too/two much for these niggas, I'm three
much for these hoes
Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes

[Kendrick Lamar]
Man, the game chose me, what am I to do?
Only thing I did wrong was make it possible
I diddy bop and make them titties pop
Out there on my bumper like a city cop
Walking down to Fred Segal, put my girl on it
Ass so fat, probably sit the world on it
Ay, p*ssy crazy, p*ssy crazy
You f*ck niggas, you pussies crazy
Man, I know I can't tell you bout the world homie
But I know I can tell you bout your girl homie
Her p*ssy's crazy, her p*ssy crazy
I f*cked nigga, I know you hate me
I know they pay me, too much of attention
Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned
I need me an engine that go real fast
Call it "Haul of Fame", once it haul ass
Give me tall glass, Coconut Ciroc
Please no soda pop, I make my solo pop
Life's a bitch, her p*ssy crazy
But I make that p*ssy pay me

[Chorus 2]

[Schoolboy Q]
I remember tripping, walking through the set like my
Glock don't think
Grandma in the kitchen, neck bones in the sink
I don't know why your bitch wanna f*ck me
and I don't why you sucker niggas can't see
I'm from Hoover mayne, high as Supermayne, shit you
Lois Lane
You p*ssy mayne with the p*ssy game, shit we off the
chain
We popping ay, fortune, not the fame, shit you
backwards mayne
You chasing hoes, we replacing those, bag and pass them
hoes
Your broad that chose, yes she moving on, yep we do it
wrong
We f*ck the homes, f*ck the center home, marijuana
strong
You know I'm gone, turn my swagger on, am I swagged
enough?
My paper long, yep you left alone, you gets none f*cks
Leaning off the Actavis, passing blunts round and round
Told Mary/merry was a (go), so we passed her (round)
and (round)
Your bitch texted me, wants it now, so I had to knock
her down
Work her bouncing on my balls, slinging dick up from
the mouth
You let it slide, I hit home-runs, clean her dugout
till I'm done
I can be her number two and you can be her number one
Her p*ssy's crazy, her p*ssy's crazy
You f*ck niggas

[Chorus 2]

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