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letra de billie jean - lil tony official

[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 p-ssy, leave her after (after), ain’t no rushin’, still gon’ smack her (smack her)
d-ck 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 p-ssy 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 d-ck 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 d-mn 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 p-ssy, leave her after (after), ain’t no rushin’, still gon’ smack her (smack her)
d-ck 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)

- lil tony official

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