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Jackson Michael Too Young

They try to tell us we're too young Too young to reaaly be in love They say that love's a word A word we've only heard But can't begin to know the meaning

They try to tell us we're too young Too young to reaaly be in love They say that love's a word A word we've only heard But can't begin to know the meaning

too young Too young to reaaly be in love They say that love's a word A word we've only heard But can't begin to know the meaning of And yet we're not too

I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock, girl I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock She got that good, good, she Michael Jackson Bad

you, When he sent you Hey this goes out Public Service Announcement My brother ain't here with me But if he was, he would tell you motherfuckers Let's Go Michael Jackson

stepped in the room Draped in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson

got my lighter up?' 'Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias I'ma 'Puff' See how we rippin' up tickets that police be writin' us Do like Michael Jackson

Oakland you're pimpin', Too Short you're pimpin' Arseno Hall you're pimpin', Eddie Murphy you're pimpin' Jive Records you're pimpin', RCA is pimpin' Top Dogg is pimpin', Michael Jackson

know we running my n-gga, Young money, Maybach [Chorus] [Rick Ross - Verse 3] Black panorama, I call it T-Pain I got my autotune, that bitch insane got my revolver too