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michael jackson - valdo lyrics

[intro]
yeah , b*tch , gang
gang , aye , aye

[chorus]
we hitting his block we taking a life this sh*t gone get real tragic
im pulling her hair she throwing it back and she calling me daddy you better duck cause when i up im taking a life with this rachet
im smoking his soul im high as a b*tch and he inna casket
im hitting up his block choppa singing high notes like its michael jackson

[verse1]
ion like to talk i take this sh*t serious if its smoke i get active
i buss his head like a gar when i catch his ass lackin
n*gga this sh*t in my blood yall n*ggas be p*ssy (yeah) yall be acting yall n*ggas be b*tches yall be soft (yeah) yall be actors
free my n*gga f*ck the system and them crackers
(yeah) walk down shooting sh*t like im shaq
im d*cking his b*tch she giving me head heen getting her back
im pulling her hair she hitting high notes (yeah) she throwing it back
(yeah) name a n*gga who can do it like me
we spin on his block we making his family rock his ass onna white t
everywhere i go i keep a stick
walk down on his ass ian gone miss
how the f*ck yeen slide bout your respect you n*ggas be soft ass a b*tch
you n*ggas be soft as a b*tch he talking all that sh*t gone get his ass hit
ar beating sh*t up calling this mf jackie chan the cause the way it kick
go get a bag why the f*ck you mad cause i f*cked yo b*tch
walk down on his ass got the hunnid round up in this mfn stick
imma empty this stick imma keep blowing till i hear that mfn cl!ck
ion gaf who you is yk lil valdo gone pop his sh*t

[chorus]
we hitting his block we taking a life this sh*t gone get real tragic
im pulling her hair she throwing it back and she calling me daddy you better duck cause when i up im taking a life with this rachet
im smoking his soul im high as a b*tch and he inna casket
i up his block choppa singing high notes like its michael jackson

[verse 2: 257 dinero]
f*ck the opps tryn knock me off my pivot thats why i keep my beads
no i ain’t banging but i got n*ggas behind me who be chucking the 3
dont get me wrong i hold my own n0body gotta f*ck with me
if yeen got a body ween beefing but this fade still free
im trying my luck im shooting the dice hope i come up on seven
i drop the bag go hit me a l!ck solo these n*ggas be telling
buss his head leave his sh*t gushy like a mfn melon
these n*ggas is b*tches gun like a hammer slap his ass with the metal

[chorus]
we hitting his block we taking a life this sh*t gone get real tragic
im pulling her hair she throwing it back and she calling me daddy you better duck cause when i up im taking a life with this rachet
im smoking his soul im high as a b*tch and he inna casket
i hit up his block choppa singing high notes like its michael jackson. [yeah gang b*tch]

- valdo lyrics

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