Artist: King Louie Album: March Madness (Mixtape) Song: Michael Jordan Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] Niggas ain't on nothing Don't you're missing something? Doing acting bumping Now they're forest gumping Pull up in some foreign Bitch told me she forward Balling like I'm tall Call me Michael Jordan Niggas ain't on nothing Don't you're missing something? Doing acting bumping Now they're forest gumping Pull up in some foreign Bitch told me she forward Balling like I'm tall Call me Michael Jordan [Verse 1] Doing all this flexing I should have a weapon So I got a weapon I shoot once when I squeeze once This bitch will have me for lunch She knock me down while I smoke four blunts Last bitch I fuck was a mispree And ain't give a fuck since my ten speed Girl, we gonna do money with the liquory Tell the bitch to the stuff are more empties All black everything when you see me You just may smell me before you see me All pack y'all smoking on keysha Just dig feeder, I don't need her Mix 30 soda with my feeder Got on Fendy and Gucci on the same time Me and dirt baught the bitch with the same line I'm like sweat on the G it's like a hate line I told the bitch the same thing the last night I ain't mean for the bitch, but it ain't right Tell em broke niggas stopping like the red lights Automatic, fully loaded with a red light All is dope in this drink, I'm a new high You're the square nigga left, you don't do right [Chorus] Niggas ain't on nothing Don't you're missing something? Doing acting bumping Now they're forest gumping Pull up in some foreign Bitch told me she forward Balling like I'm tall Call me Michael Jordan Niggas ain't on nothing Don't you're missing something? Doing acting bumping Now they're forest gumping Pull up in some foreign Bitch told me she forward Balling like I'm tall Call me Michael Jordan [Verse 2] Flexing is a hobby, my new bitch- a hotie Bitch call me Lou Gatti, got a bitch named Bugati Got a bitch arrive in the Honda, two katies in the thunder Caught me in my two cups, two fours got me to stop Mix matching designer, you should call me sana Ho-ho-ho, I got three hoes, ain't it cool but I got four dopes I shoot a nigga like a photo, even though your bitch don't know me She still getting head, imulging Thrifts getting low like atante, cook a nigga brain like an omlet Leave a nigga really on some dumb shit Grind through stripe throw some hard shit Thirty open heads on my gun shift, shoot a nigga in the stomach Now you need a bag when you go shit Leave taugh that taugh shit, but ain't losing, busted [Chorus] Niggas ain't on nothing Don't you're missing something? Doing acting bumping Now they're forest gumping Pull up in some foreign Bitch told me she forward Balling like I'm tall Call me Michael Jordan Niggas ain't on nothing Don't you're missing something? Doing acting bumping Now they're forest gumping Pull up in some foreign Bitch told me she forward Balling like I'm tall Call me Michael Jordan