Flow Billie Jean (Remix)

[Kurt Codeine]

Yo, my choppa sings like Michael
Pulse frozen, colder than the Arctic
Jumped in your hood, bro, I came with the Draco
Did the home run in your block like baseball
Today no Fanta, so pour lean in the Faygo
Fucking with anger, bitch, I ain't gentle
Mexican plug, his name's Pedro
And he keeps the goods in his sombrero
Aye, the bullets fly like when bacon fries
Exuding drip, they know when I arrive
Fuck that lil' bitch, I wanna know about the cash
I want your pussy, bitch, I don’t want no sweet talk, aye

M-16 makes you dance like frevo
M-16 makes you dance like waltz
M-16 makes you dance like tango

Got a lot of ammo, this shit ain't scarce
That dude does the Harlem Shake
He freaked out when I jumped in with the AK

She told me, Kurt, I never gave
But it all went in at once, and I was like, huh?
What? Bitch, don’t lie to me
I ain't the first rapper to come in here
God damn, I think this bitch is a groupie
So I put two condoms on my dick

Strawberry blunt, bro, I'm getting high
High as hell, I'm walking on the moon
Your bitch in my bed, totally nude
Riding my dick, and she ain't with you
Damn, here’s the raw truth
Real street shit, I’m always in the streets
These rappers are actors, everyone knows you’re acting
These bitches are actresses
If I want, I want two, yeah alright

Okay (it’s the flow Billie Jean)
Yeah (hold up)
It’s the rush
It’s the rush, hold up
Hold up, oh
Hold up, oh
Hold up
Hold up, oh

[BIG RUSH]

It’s the rush on the track, so everyone looks
Rush starts dancing, and all the panties get wet
Her pussy’s a pool, I’m gonna need a floatie
She came to Brazil just to hunt my boa

Hold up

Tiki tiki yeah, tkiki yah
I put a tutu on the rifle, it’ll teach you to dance
Enough of the bullshit, let’s get back to the theme, alright
So I’m gonna ask you
Who’s bad?

Fucking white hoes like Michael
Choppa gonna make your face ugly like Michael
In the pop game, niggas, I’m the king
I’m gonna smack that ass like MJ’s dad (just a slap)

Black power, so beautiful, I’m a Jackson
You only shoot when you play PlayStation
You guys hit again
Like Michael in Brazil, rush don’t care about you

I’m howling at this girl like Thriller
Your homies are slow
Mine are all drillers
You still think I ain’t killed nobody
But everyone knows I’m a killa (you know)

Don’t touch my AK, Annie
Ride the tip of my AK, Annie
I don’t like dirty whores
I love hygiene
Take care of your curls, I’ll give you some Pantene

Don’t touch my AK, Annie
Ride the tip of my AK, Annie

Don’t touch my AK, Annie
Ride the tip of my AK, Annie

Don’t touch my AK, Annie
Ride the tip of my AK, Annie

Don’t touch my AK, Annie
Ride the tip of my AK, Annie

It’s the rush
Flow Billie Jean