Billie Jean lyrics

[Verse 1: G Perico]
Once upon a time, not long ago
When G Slim turned into G Perico
Now it's n*ggas in the hood looking up to me
'Cause I'm the young OG that they want to be
First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again
If you can make it through that without getting killed
Then you's the sh*t, deserve to be rich
Success in the ghetto get on n*ggas nerves and sh*t
Ooh wee, who pop that coochie best
Tattoos on my stomach, chests, arms, and neck
n*ggas all around the world say live life slow
Boys stand here in block, while I run through the ho
Lifestyle too raw for the TV
Young loc'd ass n*gga from the BG
f*ck Taco Bell we at Taco Mell
In a rental and I hope these thirty shots don't fail
Can't let another motherf*cker catch me slippin'
I got sh*t to do, let me handle my business
All you fleas get off my di*k
I hear you tryna' diss
But you n*ggas broke as sh*t
I flip house after house, car after car
Talking to a light-skinned b*tch at the bar
I talk a lot of sh*t 'cause I work so hard
I know its getting on your nerves, BG is a star
[Chorus: G Perico & Wiz Khalifa]
Billie Jean ain't my girl
That petty ass sh*t don't work in my world
First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again
n*ggas wouldn't give a sh*t, if you was dead or in the pen', ayy
Billie Jean ain't my girl
That petty ass sh*t don't work in my world
The baby ain't mine, he look like the homie
And I never even f*cked, she just sucked on me (Okay)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
No love, no love
I could never hit the b*tch with no glove
Straight di*k no bubbles in the tub
Champagne down her throat in the club
Ain't a milli then I can't show up
I'm your daddy, b*tch, I ain't your crush
I ain't f*cking with no kids, grow up
One rule: You can look, don't touch
Came up then my name start buzzin'
I done f*cked sisters, best friends, cousins
At my crib and we just was clubbin'
Came with me and she left her husband
That don't mean I'm your man though
Young Wiz' change b*tches like channels
No simp, I don't fall for the scandals
Hurt feelings, leave hearts in shambles
Don't buy roses, no candles
Only main b*tches, no randoms
I don't f*ck with lames can't stand 'em
Young fly rich n*gga plus handsome
Came with me, now she rolling up dope
Now she with a G, a f*ck n*gga got no ho
We in public, she can't come close
But I get her to the crib and get all in her throat
[Chorus: G Perico & Wiz Khalifa]
Billie Jean ain't my girl (Ha-ha-ha)
That petty ass sh*t don't work in my world
First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again
n*ggas wouldn't give a sh*t, if you was dead or in the pen', ayy (Okay)
Billie Jean ain't my girl
That petty ass sh*t don't work in my world
The baby ain't mine, he look like the homie
And I never even f*cked, she just sucked on me (Okay)