R.I.P. Yams, but it ain't close to Thanksgiving, yeah
Twin purple lamp, twin turbo, kno,we shiftin, yeah
Billie Jean lamp, Billie Jean in that lamp chop
That kid ain't my son, lil' Billie Jean be a top bop
Light skin out the window, gimme top top
Light skin out the window, givin lockjaw
Gettin' dome on live like I'm young chop, chop
Cut her off, I had to cutty, she wasn't givin' up the cudi
That bitch couldn't even go trust me, so I had to get with her buddy
No pussy ass nigga gon' touch me, no pussy ass nigga gon' touch me
Speaking of all of the RaRa, packed out bitch its Za Za
In the rear view, we see a cop, cop
Finna laugh to the bank like ha, ha
Bitch, I'm puffin' top shelf, bitch, you know this top za
She still on them cake carts, new cart I go cop, cop
Got a jumpsuit, no inmate, she fake in the face, no Kim K
Look up to me now I'm ya sensei
Got the goons with me, no twizzay
With my twinnem we finna twin up
No sprite, but they got a twist up
I call her Sierra mist, she eat it all, do it with her chin up (aye, woa)
Walkin' past, I don't see nothin' to laugh about
He walkin' up like he gon' do somethin', what you mad about?
Since they want smoke, it's up
Had to bring my guys out to the function, they all know what's up
But we glowin' up
Billie Jean lamp
She finna go call her drunk lil' man
Embarrass your friends, they're talkin' onstage
Like you was off a Xan, it all depends
A bih too sick, I heard her cough again
I've been off woods, these niggas fiends
Tryna go hawk a pen
It's like the whole mood finna change
When I go walk up in
Onlyreason you ain't get blown down
Cause we ain't walk with gen
Nowadays I gotta keep a gen 5 just to go walk up in
Lookin' stupid cause you know we been slidin
You just wanna hide again
Bitch, this ain't no hideout
This a trap, you can't go hide up in it
Lil' bitch, I'm not finna fly out
Don't know what you gettin' tired up in
Me and Shorty finna time out
Makin' out, she makin' me love again
Me and Shorty finna vibe out
Love, language, physical touch again
So rich, I might go lose it
Ten bands and I go stupid
This nigga just told me to prove it
I don't gotta prove no shit to you
On T, Soja been boosted
I'm really the one that do this
The hoes gone see my process
Now they all wanna make some music
Soja P! - Kim K Lyrics
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English
R.I.P. Yams, but it ain't close to Thanksgiving, yeah
Twin purple lamp, twin turbo, kno,we shiftin, yeah
Billie Jean lamp, Billie Jean in that lamp chop
That kid ain't my son, lil' Billie Jean be a top bop
Light skin out the window, gimme top top
Light skin out the window, givin lockjaw
Gettin' dome on live like I'm young chop, chop
Cut her off, I had to cutty, she wasn't givin' up the cudi
That bitch couldn't even go trust me, so I had to get with her buddy
No pussy ass nigga gon' touch me, no pussy ass nigga gon' touch me
Speaking of all of the RaRa, packed out bitch its Za Za
In the rear view, we see a cop, cop
Finna laugh to the bank like ha, ha
Bitch, I'm puffin' top shelf, bitch, you know this top za
She still on them cake carts, new cart I go cop, cop
Got a jumpsuit, no inmate, she fake in the face, no Kim K
Look up to me now I'm ya sensei
Got the goons with me, no twizzay
With my twinnem we finna twin up
No sprite, but they got a twist up
I call her Sierra mist, she eat it all, do it with her chin up (aye, woa)
Walkin' past, I don't see nothin' to laugh about
He walkin' up like he gon' do somethin', what you mad about?
Since they want smoke, it's up
Had to bring my guys out to the function, they all know what's up
But we glowin' up
Billie Jean lamp
She finna go call her drunk lil' man
Embarrass your friends, they're talkin' onstage
Like you was off a Xan, it all depends
A bih too sick, I heard her cough again
I've been off woods, these niggas fiends
Tryna go hawk a pen
It's like the whole mood finna change
When I go walk up in
Onlyreason you ain't get blown down
Cause we ain't walk with gen
Nowadays I gotta keep a gen 5 just to go walk up in
Lookin' stupid cause you know we been slidin
You just wanna hide again
Bitch, this ain't no hideout
This a trap, you can't go hide up in it
Lil' bitch, I'm not finna fly out
Don't know what you gettin' tired up in
Me and Shorty finna time out
Makin' out, she makin' me love again
Me and Shorty finna vibe out
Love, language, physical touch again
So rich, I might go lose it
Ten bands and I go stupid
This nigga just told me to prove it
I don't gotta prove no shit to you
On T, Soja been boosted
I'm really the one that do this
The hoes gone see my process
Now they all wanna make some music
Twin purple lamp, twin turbo, kno,we shiftin, yeah
Billie Jean lamp, Billie Jean in that lamp chop
That kid ain't my son, lil' Billie Jean be a top bop
Light skin out the window, gimme top top
Light skin out the window, givin lockjaw
Gettin' dome on live like I'm young chop, chop
Cut her off, I had to cutty, she wasn't givin' up the cudi
That bitch couldn't even go trust me, so I had to get with her buddy
No pussy ass nigga gon' touch me, no pussy ass nigga gon' touch me
Speaking of all of the RaRa, packed out bitch its Za Za
In the rear view, we see a cop, cop
Finna laugh to the bank like ha, ha
Bitch, I'm puffin' top shelf, bitch, you know this top za
She still on them cake carts, new cart I go cop, cop
Got a jumpsuit, no inmate, she fake in the face, no Kim K
Look up to me now I'm ya sensei
Got the goons with me, no twizzay
With my twinnem we finna twin up
No sprite, but they got a twist up
I call her Sierra mist, she eat it all, do it with her chin up (aye, woa)
Walkin' past, I don't see nothin' to laugh about
He walkin' up like he gon' do somethin', what you mad about?
Since they want smoke, it's up
Had to bring my guys out to the function, they all know what's up
But we glowin' up
Billie Jean lamp
She finna go call her drunk lil' man
Embarrass your friends, they're talkin' onstage
Like you was off a Xan, it all depends
A bih too sick, I heard her cough again
I've been off woods, these niggas fiends
Tryna go hawk a pen
It's like the whole mood finna change
When I go walk up in
Onlyreason you ain't get blown down
Cause we ain't walk with gen
Nowadays I gotta keep a gen 5 just to go walk up in
Lookin' stupid cause you know we been slidin
You just wanna hide again
Bitch, this ain't no hideout
This a trap, you can't go hide up in it
Lil' bitch, I'm not finna fly out
Don't know what you gettin' tired up in
Me and Shorty finna time out
Makin' out, she makin' me love again
Me and Shorty finna vibe out
Love, language, physical touch again
So rich, I might go lose it
Ten bands and I go stupid
This nigga just told me to prove it
I don't gotta prove no shit to you
On T, Soja been boosted
I'm really the one that do this
The hoes gone see my process
Now they all wanna make some music
Writer: Richard Perry
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid