Billie Jean

(Uh, uh)

Billie Jean

Bitch don't ash on my Amiri Jeans

Sliding in tints like a limousine

**** I'll send you to hell if that's where you want to be

(I'll send you to hell)

Uh, uh, let's get it (Send you to hell)

I'm a Shooter, I'ma shoot' ya'

Cut blocks cause' I'm riding with the Ruger

Hit a headshot and we bussin' ya' medulla

Then have ya' body in the trunk like a booster

You a mascot, you a loser

She a hoe she go around like a rumor

One phone call and we spinning like a hula

No new ****, no intruders

Bussin' licks then we-

Who will dance on the floor, in the round?

I know you **** wanna' be like me

Fucking on your bitch so you despite me

Who will dance on the floor, in the round?

I know you **** want to take my place

Pussy too trash so i'm fucking on her face

Bro met me on the ave with like two chops

One for one deal cause' I seen like two opps

No joke **** ran like two blocks

Call the coroners they gon' need like two mops

Who will dance on the floor, in the round?

I know you **** wanna' get up with gang

Too bad,You will always be a lame

Fuck is **** talking' bout'

Fucking on your bitch had her screaming like (Hee-hee)

Fucking on your bitch had her screaming like (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

Billie Jean is not my lover

She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (Oh, baby)

But the kid is not my son, hoo!

She says I am the one (Oh, baby)

But the kid is not my son (Hee-hee-hee, no-no-no, hee-hee-hee)

Hoo!