Billie Jean lyrics

[Intro: Tony Shhnow]
Uh, uh, ayy, yeah
Yeah, ayy
Yeah
Ayy, ooh
Dun-dun-dun, dun, dun-dun-dun
Yeah, dumbass n*gga, yeah
Tony Shhnow [?] b*tch n*gga (Yeah)
What you thought? ([?], pus*y n*gga)
I'm still... I'm still over there

[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
I'm from that place that you forgot about
I go everywhere you not around (Everywhere)
I'm in the hood, leather raincoat
I'm on exotic with a freak ho (Yeah, ayy, come on)
I got some strippers feelin' sl*tty in my trap house (Ayy, ayy)
I'm on mud, my cup dirty like a crack house (Crack house)
Just left the plug crib, I got two twenty-threes
My t-shirt Japanese (Japanese, what else?), my b*tch from Philipines (What else?)

[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
You shouldn't wondеr how I got it, but it's simple, I work harder (Ayy)
Take your favoritе foreign stripper, bus' it down just like the MARTA (Yeah)
You is not untouchable, in real hoods, you is never at
My youngin pull that soaker and evaporate your thinkin' cap
Just for even thinkin' that, this Uzi vert his ceiling back
This [?] got some tits on it, we not goin' tit-for-tat
If you don't wanna get up and get social then don't mention that
[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
I'm from that place that you forgot about
I go everywhere you not around (Everywhere)
I'm in the hood, leather raincoat
I'm on exotic with a freak ho (Yeah, ayy, come on)
I got some strippers feelin' sl*tty in my trap house (Ayy, ayy)
I'm on mud, my cup dirty like a crack house (Crack house)
Just left the plug crib, I got two twenty-threes
My t-shirt Japanese (Japanese, what else?), my b*tch from Philipines

[Verse 2: 645AR]
Beat that block like Billie Jean, pop out with a mop
We be cleanin' your block
Streets ain't been the same since he got shot
Everybody can get got, if he pay that price you gonna get bopped
Four shooters with you, they ain't ballin' though
I up the score, body-for-body, up the score
[?], we get 'em gone
Tell them f*ck n*ggas it's on
n*ggas tellin' so I do sh*t alone
Nineteen with a b*tch n*gga [?]
Yeah, mama's cryin' but the n*gga still gone
Flexin' all that cash, now a n*gga gone
And I brought some [?] comin' home
Product of the streets
They sayin' [?] eat pus*y, I'd rather eat the beat
[?]
[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
I'm from that place that you forgot about
I go everywhere you not around (Everywhere)
I'm in the hood, leather raincoat
I'm on exotic with a freak ho (Yeah, ayy, come on)
I got some strippers feelin' sl*tty in my trap house (Ayy, ayy)
I'm on mud, my cup dirty like a crack house (Crack house)
Just left the plug crib, I got two twenty-threes
My t-shirt Japanese (Japanese, what else?), my b*tch from Philipines (What else?)