Billie Jeane

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



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Writer(s): Donte Wallace
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