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MOURNTEO - DASH! BILLIE JEAN [PROD. RICHI]
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Teodor Constantin Danescu
Teodor Constantin Danescu
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Got that big 14 Make way for poppa Let me rumple that foreskin homie (HAAAAH) Burnin' the skunk and I'm mixin' my greens Shinin' my smile they must think Listerine (BIH) He not my child and she never the Queen So I pack all my bags and I dash, billie jean (hehe) Smokin' cigar and its lit... YUH Fake cuban I gotta admit... AYE Louis V as my fit.WHAT Still a pretentious but not hypocrite... AYE Triple digits on the dash... YUH In an Uber and that bih go fast... skrt She gimme face like a goddamn mask (burrt) I'm Jimmy Neutron now I gotta go blast (BOOOOH) Her face be lookin' like a cinnabon (bow bow) Glazed up nice and brown so its hella brawn (purp) 20 inch wheels AMG like the herowan First class flight with the boys into Taiwan (HAAAAAAAH) Put on my shades and I block you all out (momma) Half of you makin' these tracks for the clout (yuh) Catch me outside in the back I'm blown out One punch two punch and I'm layin'em out (skrt) Crip walkin' some trues hold my bands up (bling) Coke face models callin' it makeup Wish you was opp but you shoot with the groupies Ten bands and that was jus for a movie (racks racks racks) Burnin' the skunk and I'm mixin' my greens Shinin' my smile they must think Listerine (BIH) He not my child and she never the Queen So I pack all my bags and I dash, billie jean (hehe) Smokin' cigar and its lit... YUH Fake cuban I gotta admit... AYE Louis V as my fit.WHAT Still a pretentious but not hypocrite... AYE Burnin' the skunk and I'm mixin' my greens Shinin' my smile they must think Listerine He not my child and she never the Queen So I pack all my bags and I dash, billie jean (hehe) Smokin' cigar and its lit... YUH Fake cuban I gotta admit... AYE Louis V as my fit.WHAT Still a pretentious but not hypocrite... AYE Made it now but you better behave (what) My drippy wrist sendin' coldest of waves (brrt) You locked in a cage up with me, you so brave (HAAAAH) Gun you 4 times like we runnin' a relay Down on Spadina crew roll with the TECs (boom) Spotify keep me in check with the cheques (aaaaahhh) Order two wagons with a Brabus, the spec (zoom) Private flight order please get off of the deck Goose long and my kicks triple black (rich) Dropped 3 bands at the stu, thats a stack With adidas and Gosha necklace, colour cognac I'm healthy as healthy can be dont need prozacs (lil purp)
Writer(s): Teodor Danescu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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