Billie Jeane Lyrics

Make a decision

When you got a choice

Swerve on your block

I might pull up in Porsche

Beamers and Bentleys

I pull up in Royce

Come with a combo like Floyd

Cock back the eagle

I get your little eagle destroyed

Paramedics coming

Clean up like chores

On a accord like a Honda Accord

Sit back and rolling my drug

Sip on Ciroc like I'm Diddy

Hen in my cup

My middle finger is up

I got the mind of a virgin

Not giving a fuck

Don't got a fever

Rolling and blowing sativa

Raising the temperature up

Pull out a liter

And pour up some cups

Strap with the heater

It's cold in the cut

I'm on television like reporters

Designer clothing

Mix with Nike and Jordan

Packing arena shows

You can't afford me

My thirty eight special like

I'm almost forty

I got the Rollie from brody

Shorty so bad want to fuck me

And don't even know me

They be excited to see me

I'm on her heel like achillie

Thug life Tupac and Afeni

Shorty rub me like a genie

I live in a house

But I got the keys to the city

Running my quarterback see me

Cause I'm on a route

I'm trying to score me a T D

I'm going for two point Conversion you do it for clout

They only call when they need me

So I never answer my phone

Until I'm back in town cause

I move around in my city

Hell of bands

In a Benz just you and I

Taking off

Get it in just do or die

Tell a friend we can sin

Just living life