Make You Happy

Hey, hey
Thriller, Thriller, Thriller

Hey, hey, see listen, bitch, who the fuck you tryna roast?
You swallow my kids, turn your throat into a ghost town
I'm not finna judge, I'm just here to brag and boast
See, niggas came from nothin' and turned it to some more, now

We gon' celebrate, grind the weed up by the oat
Where the fuck my drink? Get more easy at a dark brown
I've been stayin' low, see my circle more adept now
Your hand in my pocket, that don't mean you get a vote, no, lil' nigga
Whoa, I been killin' since I started rappin'

Fuck y'all think I do it, they gon' roll now
Put this whole shit in a choke hold
Grinding make you lose friends, I can tell you when it started
But I tell you how it happened, nigga, here's a schism

I like women and their lyricism
They just got a penchant for recidivism, see, we on a different mission
They see a nigga lovin' life and they gon' take it as a slight
Oh, well, that's your plight, but I'ma keep on winnin'

You not gon' make me feel bad
For it never been my job to make you happy
So tell a hater, nah, you not gon' make me feel bad
For it never been my job to make you happy

And so it's still, mother-, what you heard and what you gotta say?
I'm a mix, other candy man ain't no lube
But while lady Bond's a killer, why they call me Thriller?
Raising up the debt, I'm a presidential nigga
Throw the hundreds in your face

I'm a drug bandit versus out of residential space
Even still my shit better than the fuck they gotta say
20 flows watered down, I'm not a fan of consummate
So when I fly, niggas serve him, watch him cleaning up they play the Bon Vivant

Yo, you not gon' make me feel bad
For it never been my job to make you happy
So tell a hater, nah, you not gon' make me feel bad
For it never been my job to make you happy

Well, that's your girl?
Shit, I'll make her happy

So listen to me, well, you really good, you look hella cute
Seen you sittin' at the table, it look like it got some room
Don't you see me violate your nigga talking kinda rude, though?
Maybe little later, we can kick it like it's drew, though, and who knows?

See, maybe after one or two talks
So have a soft spot for me like a newborn
And I got that party pack and that lube, though
So what you tryna do, though?
I know you got a man, but if you don't mind, I don't need a girl, it's cool, though

I'm not gonna make you feel bad
For it should've been his job to keep you happy
So that's your nigga? Fuck him
I'm not gonna make you feel bad
For it should've been his job to keep you happy, Thriller

Well, you really good, you look hella cute
Well, you really good, you look hella cute
Well, you really good, you look hella cute
Well, you really good, you look hella cute