Michael Lyrics

Why, why, what about that why
What about that why
Stand right Michael, don't be
Why, why, what about that why
What about that fight
Like Michael

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Fuck that other nigga, he say he love you
I just wanna fuck you, over the weekend
I wanna hold that, I wanna hold that
He wanna control that
I just wanna consoult that
Over the weekend
Oh and sure I could tell you how beautiful you are
Look at that face
That pretty little face
When sure I could tell you how wonderful you are
Look at that face, that innocent face
But you, but your booty is big
Your waist is small,
And your heels got you walking
Like you're 6 feet tall
Tonight I won't settle for half
Cause tomorrow he can have it all

Fuck a love song, I need to fuck you
All day, all night
This ain't a love song, I need to fuck you
Don't waste, the time
She got me singing like

Why, why, what about that why
What about that why
Sing right Michael, don't be
Why, why, what about that why
What about that fight
She got me singing like Michael
She says it sound like Michael

He wanna kiss on it, I wanna lick on it
Maybe put my dick on it,
Over the weekend,
He want it missionary, I want it from the back
We can roll one and smoke one
Over the weekend

Oh and sure I could tell you how beautiful you are
Look at that face
That pretty little face
When sure I could tell you how wonderful you are
I'm sure you hear that shit, every day

Oh, your booty is big
Your waist is small,
And your heels got you walking
Like you're 6 feet tall
Tonight I won't settle for half
Cause tomorrow he can have it all

Fuck a love song, I need to fuck you
All day, all night
This ain't a love song, I need to fuck you
Don't waste, the time
She got me singing like

Why, why, what about that why
What about that why
Sing right Michael, don't be
Why, why, what about that why
What about that fight
She got me singing like Michael
She says it sound like Michael
Oh billy jean, put it on me
Working that body, working that body, right
Alright, oh, dirty Diana, hop up in this phantom,
Make me your guy tonight, baby alright
She got me singing like.