Billie ft. Rocco2x Lyrics

(Get rid of all that shit, cmon back in

Yeah, it's the nigga they call shorty, the WiLd Lad from West Lawrence

Nigga bitch taker, boyfriend slayer, the name of my club say

I'm a player and some more shit

I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back)

Catch a pop say he smoking on Tooka

Hit your madula, clip long as a ruler

Blick-a-thon in this bitch ain't no Rooga

But I'm waiting for you call me Future

Terrorizing your top Freddy Krueger

I'm not one of them, what you want we can do it

From the 'Raq and you know we get to it

This shit on the floor and it's coming in fluent

Foenem told me that we got some shit on the floor

Stop defending and go on attack

Told me stop being humble

Since that conversation I'm racing and I ain't looked back

My bitch bad as Billie Jean

And I know that she want me to fall in a trap

Shorty told me to nut in her pussy You tweaking, so I put my son on her back

I told shorty to drop his location if he trying to get taken right off of the map

Teo gone but I still got some steppers

So boy on your mama you better relax

And been in the 'Sip being Coe

But I turn into Shorty whenever I'm back in the 'Raq

Tried to spin off so we had to hawk him

I hop in a steamer, get right on his ass

All my niggas online no computers

We rush in your crib like a booster

Thick bitch, ass fatter than Poodah's

I had to peruse now she walk like a rooster

You mad that her pussy basura (Trash)

You can die over pride, put your life on the line

Spin the block on the opps Imma shooter

Payback is a bitch and I knew her

My new bitch she bad as Billie Jean

Trying not to make her a mother

Toting was the only winter heat

But Myanna made it hotter than the summer

I ain't no Mike Jack, don't fight back 'cuz my lil brother put you under

Bitches ain't like that, I don't like that so I won't never love another

She told me her name but I forgot it

Ain't important on my type of timing

And if she get to talking about feelings and shit on my mama

I'm changing the topic

Ricoe tell that nigga to stop it

His mouth not matching his pockets

All that wolfing and posting on the gram just for the bitches

he scared I'mma pop him

I'm a player lil bitch what's the problem

Give her the dick now she walk with a waddle

Built like model, selling these dreams to these bitches

She think she 'gon see me tomorrow

She putting that P on me, turn to a freak on me

Get with her friends now she fuck nigga free

Blowing my phone up right after the functions just

Cuz i won't give her no more of the D

I won't think twice about no bitch, about no nigga, or his mother

Let her cry that ain't my kid, I might just send somebody at his brother

I said this kid is not my son, and shit this bitch is not my lover

I heard she pillow talking to her friends

She never been good at keeping undercover

Used to love a bitch but never love another

We can never keep the shit between each other

Supposed to be my bitch but I ain't feeling loved

Better lock in before I tweak out or something

She got a problem I got something for that

So bitch I suggest you to take it with ease

Dick in her stomach she still ain't recover

I told her stand up bitch you weak in the knees

My new bitch she bad as Billie Jean

Trying not to make her a mother

Toting was the only winter heat

But Myanna made it hotter than the summer

I ain't no Mike Jack, don't fight back 'cuz my lil brother put you under

Bitches ain't like that, I don't like that so I won't never love another