Tag: Billie Jean

Belly – Wu Tang Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, check this out
This the Wu-Tang Clan, you know what I’m sayin’?
From the Shaolin, you know what I’m sayin’?
We got Big Pooh right there
We got the GZA right there
We got the Raekwon the Chef right there

[Chorus]
Wu-Tang Cream, wrist Dairy Queen (Uh)
If she wear a pair of jeans she gon’ tear the seam (Wet)
Bitches lyin’ on me (Uh)
Billie Jean, yeah
Stacking paper ’til it’s old as Larry King

[Verse 1]
And I want everything
With the fixings (With the fixings)
I’ve been mixin’ up emotions with addiction
All I see is rappers tellin’ lies and sellin’ fiction (Yеah)
I just bought a mansion, came a long way from eviction
Belichick, yеs, that’s the motto (That’s the motto)
See me ridin’ through customs in custom models (Custom models)
Mood, my attitude is fuck tomorrow (Fuck tomorrow)
Rude, tell a hater suck or swallow
Skeet, skeet

[Pre-Chorus]
Keep, receipts
Who gon’ show you love when the mud is knee-deep? (Who)
Ain’t nobody woke, just some sheep in deep sleep
We been up a whole three weeks, don’t need sheets

[Chorus]
Call it Wu-Tang Cream (Woo), wrist Dairy Queen (Yeah)
If she wear a pair of jeans she gone tear the seam (Wet)
Bitches lyin’ on me (Uh)
Billie Jean, yeah
Stackin’ paper ’til it’s old as Larry King
Call it Wu-Tang Cream, wrist Dairy Queen (Huh)
If she wear a pair of jeans she gone tear the seam (Huh)
Bitches lyin’ on me (Lying on me, uh)
Billie Jean, yeah
Stackin’ paper ’til it’s old as Larry King

[Verse 2]
And I want everything
With the icing (With the icing)
I’ma eat the cake no matter how you slice it (Slice)
Give me every penny, made too many sacrifices (Yeah)
Probably can’t afford it if you’re askin’ for the prices
Rice is, wait, trés bizarre (trés bizarre)
She blew a kiss and said, “You know I’m never far, au revoir”
Mwah, you heard about the repertoire
You don’t really wonder where my dogs reservoir

[Pre-Chorus]
Keep, receipts
Who gon’ show you love when the mud is knee-deep? (Who)
Ain’t nobody woke, just some sheep in deep sleep
We been up a whole three weeks, don’t need sheets

[Chorus]
Call it Wu-Tang Cream (Woo), wrist Dairy Queen (Yeah)
If she wear a pair of jeans she gone tear the seam
Bitches lyin’ on me (Lyin’ on me, uh)
Billie Jean, yeah
Stackin’ paper ‘ti’l it’s old as Larry King
Call it Wu-Tang Cream, wrist Dairy Queen (Huh)
If she wear a pair of jeans she gone tear the seam (Wet)
Bitches lyin’ on me (Lying on me, uh)
Billie Jean, yeah
Stackin’ paper ’til it’s old as Larry King
And I want everything

[Outro]
We get to get paid
We get to get the cream, you know what I’m sayin’?
We get to open doors for our families, our babies, our children
We just wanna get that money, that’s all
I love to entertain, you know what I’m sayin’?
But I love that money too

​cupcakKe – Moonwalk Lyrics

[Intro]
(ESKRY)
I want it all
Make the pussy go, deep
Make the dick go slidin’, divin’
Backwards down my throat

[Chorus]
Niggas call me Billie, Billie, Billie Jean
Better know what I’m about
‘Cause I make ’em pay the bills to get in my jeans
And then I just suck it up
Bought a Lambo just for a fuckin’ queen
And still wouldn’t let ’em sleep on my couch
I said, “Baby, I know you don’t walk at all
But you can let that dick moonwalk up in my mouth” (Haha)

[Verse 1]
I throw the pussy in his face, told him, “Don’t be a diva”
Turn his face to J. Cole, I wanna see no features
If the pubic hairs long, I suck his dick with some tweezers
Snatch the soul/sole out a nigga like you cleaning some sneakers
I need child support for the kids in my throat (Uh-huh)
Been feedin’ ’em food and damn near broke (Damn)
Whеn the dick disappeared, lookеd like it eloped
Gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk, is the words I spoke (Oh)
He said, “Let’s go to Sip N Paint, catch a vibe, you know?”
I said, “It’s COVID-19, motherfucker they closed
But I could sit up on your dick and you could paint my face”
I’ll give that dick a fresh tip and make it cum all day
I sit on your face and sit on your friends, who cares? (Hmm)
On both of y’all, shit, I’m playin’ musical chairs (Hahaha)
If they not playin’ hide and seek, he sayin’, “Where you at?”
I like the balls in my court so I suck it from the back, come on (Hmm, yeah)

[Chorus]
Billie, Billie, Billie Jean
Better know what I’m about
‘Cause I make ’em pay the bills to get in my jeans
And then I just suck it up
Bought a Lambo just for a fuckin’ queen
And still wouldn’t let ’em sleep on my couch
I said, “Baby, I know you don’t walk at all
But you can let that dick moonwalk up in my mouth” (Haha)

[Verse 2]
He gonna give me, give me, give me everything I need
Yeah I keep a trick, ain’t talking up my sleeve
If he can’t pay, I’ll just replace his D
I stay with two different niggas like I’m Angela Yee
Okay, my mouth a talk show, come shoot it up like The Joker (Oh)
These ain’t no dry walls, you can hang up a poster
Bootyhole worth Gayle, pussy hole worth Oprah
When he calls it says “Ikea”, use his head as a sofa (Yeah, ayy)
Come and eat this box like Castle Slider
The throat spit more than a mumble rapper (Hmm)
I’m rubbin’ this clit ’til the shit just spatter (Oh, oh)
He stay up on the pussy like I’m holdin’ my bladder (Ooh, babe)
Giving the Dirty Diana with the MJ lines
I thow it back on the dick, that’s remember the times
Then let you buss on my face so my skin get clearer (Hmm)
I hope it wasn’t important to that man in the mirror, ah

[Chorus]
Billie, Billie, Billie Jean
Better know what I’m about
‘Cause I make ’em pay the bills to get in my jeans
And then I just suck it up
Bought a Lambo just for a fuckin’ queen
And still wouldn’t let ’em sleep on my couch
I said, “Baby, I know you don’t walk at all
But you can let that dick moonwalk up in my mouth” (Haha)

[Outro]
Make the pussy go
Make the dick go
Make the pussy go
Make the dick go

24kGoldn – Breath Away Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh
Woah-oh, ooh-woah, oh

[Chorus]
First, you tell me you love me then you tell me you leavin’
With nothin’ left to say
I’m just lookin’ for loving ’cause I feel like I need it
So take my breath away
‘Cause you look like the one that was meant for me (For me)
In the dark, felt a spark, it was meant to be
I’m just lookin’ for loving ’cause I feel like I need it
So take my breath away

[Verse 1]
First time I saw you (You), it felt so special
Was the worst time when you said you like him better
Took a step right on my heart in your stilettos, woah
I just don’t get it no more, ooh-woah, woah (Oh, oh)
Onе-two step, let’s do-si-do
Hold me tight, don’t lеt me go
Always had a thing for hoes (A thing for goes)
That’s where it all went wrong, ooh yeah

[Chorus]
First, you tell me you love me then you tell me you leavin’
With nothin’ left to say
I’m just lookin’ for loving ’cause I feel like I need it
So take my breath away
‘Cause you look like the one that was meant for me (For me)
In the dark, felt a spark, it was meant to be (Be)
I’m just lookin’ for loving ’cause I feel like I need it
So take my breath away

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Woah-oh, ooh-woah, oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh, woo-ooh, woo-ooh, woo-ooh

[Verse 2]
Ain’t goin’ tit-for-tat, girl, take your number back
You forget how to act, what’s up with that?
Actin’ like Billie Jean, typical drama queen
‘Causin’ another scene, it seems to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m far gone, been waitin’ too long
While you were dead wrong and everyone told me
It’s beyond repair, I’ve been warned
There’s baggage on board, but good girls get boring

[Chorus]
First, you tell me you love me then you tell me you leavin’
With nothin’ left to say
I’m just lookin’ for loving ’cause I feel like I need it
So take my breath away
‘Cause you look like the one that was meant for me (For me)
In the dark, felt a spark, it was meant to be (Be)
I’m just lookin’ for loving ’cause I feel like I need it
So take my breath away

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Woah-oh, ooh-woah, oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh, woo-ooh, woo-ooh, woo-ooh

Playboi Carti – Teen X Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Playboi Carti & Future]
Pluto
We on the X, we on the codeine (Pluto)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Pluto)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Pluto)
We on the X, we on the codeine

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Yeah, yeah)
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Yeah, yeah)
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Woo, yeah)
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Hold up, talkin’ ’bout)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Yeah, talkin’ ’bout)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the codeine

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I just broke up with my bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I done fell in love with Act (Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah)
And I pulled up with them sticks (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He gon’ lose his last breath (Yeah, woo, woo, woo)
Racks on my baby (Hold on, hold on)
200K Mercedes (Woo, woo, woo)
I just smashed on my bitch (Yeah, yeah, woo)
Now I got her on some other shit (Yeah, woo, woo, woo)
‘Bout to pop these Percs and chop this molly, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m gon’ be leanin’ right in the lobby (Woo)
I just seen that bitch at the airport (Yeah)
I smoked that bitch just like a Newport (Yeah, yeah, yeah, got money)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Future]
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Cough syrup; yeah)
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Yeah, yeah)
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Crazy, yeah)
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, woo, talkin’ ’bout)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo)

[Verse 2: Future]
Spent a hundred fifty thousand on the lingerie (Ayy, ayy)
I been on X, I been on codeine
Spent a hundred fifty thousand on the lingerie (Find me, nigga)
I been on X, I been on codeine (Talkin’ ’bout, ayy)
Draco loaded, ooh, Swiss cheese (Draco, brrt)
Don’t fuck the bitch, she the police (Fuck that bitch)
Bitch tryna lie on the pussy, ho, please (Talkin’ ’bout)
I popped the X pill, drank gon’ ruin me (Talkin’ ’bout)
Rockin’ this shit better than Billie Jean
Popped some X, drank some codeine (I’m getting high tonight)
Put her on the Percocet, bitch, I can’t feel my knees (Woo, shit)
I’m startin’ to feel like a rich dope fiend (Shit)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Yeah, yeah)
I’m on the X, I’m on the coco

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
Codeine, uh (Yeah, yeah), codeine, uh (Yeah)
Codeine, uh (Yeah), codeine, uh (Yeah)
I got a lean gut, I got some money up (Yeah)
I got the cocaine (Uh), codeine up (Yeah, ah, yeah)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Yeah)
I’m on the X, I’m on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo, ooh)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, ooh)

Lil Yachty – Demon Time Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: Draft Day]
Told her, “Don’t wait for me”
Your time is up, better save it, please
I just ran up me a eighty piece (Ayy)
She on her knees suckin’ dick like she pray to me
Doggin’ that bitch ’til her face full of Maybelline
In my cup, maybe it’s lean, we don’t do no green
Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean
Draft Day, he poppin’, no, Sante ain’t stoppin’
He need all his profits, some say that he cocky
I know that he got it, he flew a bitch out from the tropics
Exotic, I’m smokin’, Supreme, had to box it
458 ‘Rari take off like rockets
Wide body kit like Buffie the Body

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty (Woo)
My Mexican bitch treat me like Liberace (Yeah)
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (Hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony’s
My bitches give love, but I’m still feelin’ lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a condo
No money can fill it, I’m hot as a skillet (Hot)
These rappers two-faced so bad, I could peel it
And see they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs
I’ll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter (Yeah)
If it’s for the guap, fettucine
Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini
These new niggas weenies
The year is ’06 with my black Bapesta beanie
She rub on my gold like there might be a genie
I can’t take a bad dressin’ bitch to my mama
I might take the bitch from the hood to Bahamas
Show her ’bout the world, this bitch here ain’t even my girl (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Draft Day & Lil Yachty]
I pass the bitch off, let the homie go handle it (Yeah)
Big pointer stones ’round my neck light the room like a candle lit (Boom)
Don’t get too close, 7.62’s knock off your shoulder, dismantle it
Masked up, no Rip Hamilton (Yeah, brrt), you niggas squares like Carlton
I’m in Bel-Air (Yeah) posted at Nobu, inside the whip, orange like Goku
Lil’ boy, I done told you, I been hit the ho, that’s old news
These niggas be cappin’, no Pro Tools
Twenty-two, bitch, and I look like a mogul (Yeah)
Got more money than your whole family tree (Yeah, yeah)
Double that shit, and you still won’t reach me (Bitch)
You in the nosebleeds, I sit in floor seats
Right where the coach at, but you can’t coach me
Draft Day been on that, sound like Kobe
Please name a nigga who really can stop me (On God)

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
Can’t no one stop you, you next like the runner-up
Niggas big flexin’, they bitch, I’ma look her up
Hook her up, dick her down, got a new stick
Nine-mil’ bullets and thirty rounds
Ready to hunt a clown
I been that nigga since, uh, I can’t remember
Since when? Wintertime and I remembered December
Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender
My bitch was on set lookin’ mighty tender (Woo)
So fuck what they talkin’ ’bout, tell ’em to watch they mouth
‘Fore I get outta body (Yeah), and I knock ’em out
I bought twelve different whips like it’s nothin’ new
I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue
I drop bombs on a bitch, I’m not DJ Clue (Boom)
My niggas bangin’ red, it’s the way of life (Brrt)
We buyin’ guns like it’s illegal owning knifes
Fuckin’ my Asian, she makin’ me jasmine rice (Go)
I took a whole lotta slander from fuck niggas, broke niggas
Fuck all of that, I’m the prototype
Grabbin’ the wheel, I give a fuck (Skrrt)
Nigga want smoke, I hope that it’s up
Aimin’ the stick at the square like the game with the duck
Nigga gon’ knuck if you buck (Brr)
I got like ten different watches I never wear
My Louis mono, not no Damier (Yeah)
At the penthouse with three different concierge (Yeah)
I know all of my haters cannot compare (Yeah, ‘pare, ‘pare)