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MOURNTEO - DASH! BILLIE JEAN Lyrics



MOURNTEO - DASH! BILLIE JEAN Lyrics
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Got that big 14
Make way for poppa
Let me rumple that foreskin homie (HAAAAH)
Burnin' the skunk and I'm mixin' my greens
Shinin' my smile they must think Listerine (BIH)
He not my child and she never the Queen
So I pack all my bags and I dash, billie jean (hehe)
Smokin' cigar and its lit....YUH
Fake cuban I gotta admit....AYE
Louis V as my fit..WHAT
Still a pretentious but not hypocrite....AYE
Triple digits on the dash....YUH
In an Uber and that bih go fast....skrt
She gimme face like a goddamn mask (burrt)
I'm Jimmy Neutron now I gotta go blast (BOOOOH)
Her face be lookin' like a cinnabon (bow bow)
Glazed up nice and brown so its hella brawn (purp)
20 inch wheels AMG like the herowan
First class flight with the boys into Taiwan (HAAAAAAAH)
Put on my shades and I block you all out (momma)
Half of you makin' these tracks for the clout (yuh)
Catch me outside in the back I'm blown out
One punch two punch and I'm layin'em out (skrt)
Crip walkin' some trues hold my bands up (bling)
Coke face models callin' it makeup
Wish you was opp but you shoot with the groupies
Ten bands and that was jus for a movie (racks racks racks)
Burnin' the skunk and I'm mixin' my greens
Shinin' my smile they must think Listerine (BIH)
He not my child and she never the Queen
So I pack all my bags and I dash, billie jean (hehe)
Smokin' cigar and its lit....YUH
Fake cuban I gotta admit....AYE
Louis V as my fit..WHAT
Still a pretentious but not hypocrite....AYE
Burnin' the skunk and I'm mixin' my greens
Shinin' my smile they must think Listerine
He not my child and she never the Queen
So I pack all my bags and I dash, billie jean (hehe)
Smokin' cigar and its lit....YUH
Fake cuban I gotta admit....AYE
Louis V as my fit..WHAT
Still a pretentious but not hypocrite....AYE
Made it now but you better behave (what)
My drippy wrist sendin' coldest of waves (brrt)
You locked in a cage up with me, you so brave (HAAAAH)
Gun you 4 times like we runnin' a relay
Down on Spadina crew roll with the TECs (boom)
Spotify keep me in check with the cheques (aaaaahhh)
Order two wagons with a Brabus, the spec (zoom)
Private flight order please get off of the deck
Goose long and my kicks triple black (rich)
Dropped 3 bands at the stu, thats a stack
With adidas and Gosha necklace, colour cognac
I'm healthy as healthy can be dont need prozacs (lil purp)
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Got that big 14
Make way for poppa
Let me rumple that foreskin homie (HAAAAH)
Burnin' the skunk and I'm mixin' my greens
Shinin' my smile they must think Listerine (BIH)
He not my child and she never the Queen
So I pack all my bags and I dash, billie jean (hehe)
Smokin' cigar and its lit....YUH
Fake cuban I gotta admit....AYE
Louis V as my fit..WHAT
Still a pretentious but not hypocrite....AYE
Triple digits on the dash....YUH
In an Uber and that bih go fast....skrt
She gimme face like a goddamn mask (burrt)
I'm Jimmy Neutron now I gotta go blast (BOOOOH)
Her face be lookin' like a cinnabon (bow bow)
Glazed up nice and brown so its hella brawn (purp)
20 inch wheels AMG like the herowan
First class flight with the boys into Taiwan (HAAAAAAAH)
Put on my shades and I block you all out (momma)
Half of you makin' these tracks for the clout (yuh)
Catch me outside in the back I'm blown out
One punch two punch and I'm layin'em out (skrt)
Crip walkin' some trues hold my bands up (bling)
Coke face models callin' it makeup
Wish you was opp but you shoot with the groupies
Ten bands and that was jus for a movie (racks racks racks)
Burnin' the skunk and I'm mixin' my greens
Shinin' my smile they must think Listerine (BIH)
He not my child and she never the Queen
So I pack all my bags and I dash, billie jean (hehe)
Smokin' cigar and its lit....YUH
Fake cuban I gotta admit....AYE
Louis V as my fit..WHAT
Still a pretentious but not hypocrite....AYE
Burnin' the skunk and I'm mixin' my greens
Shinin' my smile they must think Listerine
He not my child and she never the Queen
So I pack all my bags and I dash, billie jean (hehe)
Smokin' cigar and its lit....YUH
Fake cuban I gotta admit....AYE
Louis V as my fit..WHAT
Still a pretentious but not hypocrite....AYE
Made it now but you better behave (what)
My drippy wrist sendin' coldest of waves (brrt)
You locked in a cage up with me, you so brave (HAAAAH)
Gun you 4 times like we runnin' a relay
Down on Spadina crew roll with the TECs (boom)
Spotify keep me in check with the cheques (aaaaahhh)
Order two wagons with a Brabus, the spec (zoom)
Private flight order please get off of the deck
Goose long and my kicks triple black (rich)
Dropped 3 bands at the stu, thats a stack
With adidas and Gosha necklace, colour cognac
I'm healthy as healthy can be dont need prozacs (lil purp)
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Writer: Teodor Danescu
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Performed By: MOURNTEO
Language: English
Length: 1:45
Written by: Teodor Danescu

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