Lyrics:
*Billy*
Then what's puttin into my head baby?
You're different all right, I know what it is...
You have doped me with that little kid's face, right?
You've
my own sound
And you ain't Billy
So you don't know what I'm about
They say the truth ain't pretty
But comin' from that pretty mouth
The truth is
know about that
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Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
from my window
From 'cross the street only yesterday
You were pleading, he was laughing
He drove away
So it seems so out of place
The smile upon your
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
albums flop
I'm on my knees and daily praying for my enemies
Pray they repent and turn to God and change their destiny
High yella light brown skin
This stories bout a little kid whose parents named Billy
Billy had a baby brother that was literally a baby
Every Christmas Eve his family went
I've seen you walk by a few times
I just can't get enough of your style
Santa baby I want to look in your eyes
Come down my chimney tonight
It's
to Sunset
But naw,but naw he want to play bad Billy bad ass and shit
I'm flawing my game like I can't perform the hit
I threw on the fucking plastic bag
me
Show me the real you, baby
I been all around the globe
Yall just getting started
Used to be like you though
Praying for my songs to be charted
I got my own flaws too
We all human so don't let the ubsa judge you
Raised by horny teens who would fake love you
Dark skin starting to think that
4 bangers a week
Then go flame on the beat maybe sang on the beat
That's a triple threat ain't it my g
Any competition by my sight I
Drag 'em out
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
Cigarette stained walls
Fuck, I can barely breathe
Spittin' shotgun pellets
Out of my fuckin' chili bowl
But am I a Hill billy? No!
I am the truth behind
Cigarette stained walls
Fuck, I can barely breathe
Spittin' shotgun pellets
Out of my fuckin' chili bowl
But am I a Hill billy? No!
I am the truth behind
here it's little weeny
Bout to talk some big shit to make up for my small willy
Ay
I'm the goat call me billy
Yeah you're so silly think that you can
PAPI! PAPI
Hey, what's wrong, sweetie
Porque Billy tiene mejor toys que yo
El dijo que le van a comprar un big toy for Christmas
Uh, well, baby, I
and to weep,
Oh Billy, oh Billy, you have led me astray
On purpose my innocent life to betray
Oh Billy, oh Billy, pardon my life,
I never will covet for to be
the booth
I'm a heavy hitter
Sneaking up on ya faster than some smooth liquor
Imma drop this hot verse
Let's see who fall quicker
Waitin' on my baby momma
Ta
on pay roll
I roll with death like my crew is Billy and Mandy
You can get the lead like a kid with Mexican candy
Clean hands but got contacts that Randy
it for everyone
No, did anyone ask Santa for the trampoline
I gotta booger, I gotta booger in my nose
Shut up Billy, you're going o screw its up for
.jpg/244px-Portrait_of_Billy_Eckstine,_New_York,_N.Y.,_between_1946_and_1948_(LOC).jpg "Billy Eckstine & His Orchestra")
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