Billie Jean lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (b*tch)
b*tch (What?)
b*tch, yeah (Yeah, yeah, what?)
Yeah, b*tch
And I'm with the bros, n*gga
And I'm with the bros, I got the, huh, yeah (Aight)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, Billie Jean, that lil' ho is not mine, I feel like Michael Jackson (Like Michael Jackson)
Mask up, run all through your sh*t, all dark, I look like Michael Blackson (Like Michael Blackson)
Sticky on me, this sh*t ain't no prop, we in a movie, action (Action)
Keep on addin' opps, bro hit they block, Birdie get to subtractin' (To subtractin')
This sh*t here get evil, if you scared, then go talk to the pastor (Pastor)
Beat that pus*y, leave her after (After), ain't no rushin', still gon' smack her (Smack her)
di*k all in her mouth, get on your knees, baby, call me your master (Master)
These n*ggas be hoes, claimin' top opp when they is not even a factor (No, you ain't no factor, b*tch)

[Verse]
Lil' ho love the lingo
Know that pus*y right, she was Birdie ho, I call her pink flamingo (Pink flamingo)
They be out there f*ckin', you go save 'em, must think you's a hero (A hero)
My brother go catch them a body, won't think nothin' 'bout it, 'cause n*gga we comin' from zero (Comin' from zero)
n*gga won't say nothin' 'bout it, we pull up with shotties and shoot a boy right through the peephole, huh (Baow)
And I am not f*ckin' with freak hoes, huh (Bah)
I might hit up Lenox and Saks, pop out with a bag and f*ck up a B-roll, huh (f*ck up a B-roll)
This sh*t ain't a game, we hop out with switches, n*ggas say that we got the cheat code (Cheat code)
Birdie hit the ho, threw an alley-oop, got fouled and I hit the free throw (I hit the free throw)
And, b*tch, I'm swaggin', huh, he straight baggin', huh (Baggin')
We caught the boy, he got shot in his ass, now his pants saggin' (Now his pants saggin')
And, b*tch, don't drag it (b*tch, don't drag it), lil' ho, you average (Lil' ho, you what?)
I stick di*k all down her braces, break her brackets (I break her brackets)
Yeah, smack somethin', whack somethin', hop out, get a n*gga whacked, son, yeah (Get a n*gga whacked, son)
Back up, act up, green n*gga, turn his ass red rum, yeah (Turn his ass red rum)
We gon' hit a n*gga house every damn day 'til the feds come, huh ('Til the feds come)
Caught a body, n*gga bought a Masi', n*gga said I need the red one (I need the red one)
[Chorus]
Yeah, Billie Jean, that lil' ho is not mine, I feel like Michael Jackson (Like Michael Jackson)
Mask up, run all through your sh*t, all dark, I look like Michael Blackson (Like Michael Blackson)
Sticky on me, this sh*t ain't no prop, we in a movie, action (Action)
Keep on addin' opps, bro hit they block, Birdie get to subtractin' (To subtractin')
This sh*t here get evil, if you scared, then go talk to the pastor (Pastor)
Beat that pus*y, leave her after (After), ain't no rushin', still gon' smack her (Smack her)
di*k all in her mouth, get on your knees, baby, call me your master (Master)
These n*ggas be hoes, claimin' top opp when they is not even a factor (No, you ain't no factor, b*tch)