Letra de Billy Jean
Where we from?
Where we from?
Where we from?
Boy, oh boy, I'm tearing up the toy, yo
Stereo crunk and I’m winnin’ and if the windows weren’t tinted you could sure see me grinning [?]
I’m in an F250 in [?]
Flag flying out the back, boy, I salute that
Chopper in the console and I know how to use it
If you wanna take your shot, I shoot back
I cause a scene every time I bust a left, right
Billie Jean when I’m sitting at the red light
And I’m leaning on the gas, my horses are ready to blast off as soon as it turns green
Why, oh, why is it sitting so high, I glide by riding high floating
[?] lift on the twеnty-two inch rim check it you can see me showboating like a rеdneck
I whip it gripping on thirty-sevens, rippin' up highway 11, my [?] is sauce for dippin
Yeah that’s me in the big block, seventy-three synthetic pumping through the veins and it don’t knock
I turn the watch for the jail, tweets missing two twelves, setting off alarms I'm hitting hard as hell
Blue lights flashing but its hard to tell if theyre just gonna {?} or haul me off to jail
I ain't got no prior charges and my permits legit
My firearms liscence should cover my banana clip
My gold eagles in the glove box and it packs a dose, but false alarm they just wanted to see my truck up close
Come on
Why, oh, why is it sitting so high, I glide by riding high floating
[?] lift on the twenty-two inch rim check it you can see me showboating like a redneck
I know you see me coming, uh huh, uh huh, uh uh
Ain't no need in running, (ain't no need in running)
I know you see me coming, uh huh, uh huh, uh uh
Ain't no need in running, (ain't no need in running)
Im in a new 25o sunroof back
Ghost [?] in the back, [?] double stack
I’m reppin midstate baby and the crew’s cabs crazy
Yeah it's factory boy, it's all hand jack
They look at me every time I bust a left, right
Billy Jean when I’m sitting at the red light
And I'm heavy on the throttle I’m about to blast off just like a rocket as soon as it turns green
Boy, oh boy, I'm tearing up the toy, yo
Stereo crunk and I’m winnin’ and if the windows weren’t tinted you could sure see me grinning
[?] like a redneck
Stereo crunk and I’m winnin’ and if the windows weren’t tinted you could sure see me grinning [?]
I’m in an F250 in [?]
Flag flying out the back, boy, I salute that
Chopper in the console and I know how to use it
If you wanna take your shot, I shoot back
I cause a scene every time I bust a left, right
Billie Jean when I’m sitting at the red light
And I’m leaning on the gas, my horses are ready to blast off as soon as it turns green
Why, oh, why is it sitting so high, I glide by riding high floating
[?] lift on the twеnty-two inch rim check it you can see me showboating like a rеdneck
I whip it gripping on thirty-sevens, rippin' up highway 11, my [?] is sauce for dippin
Yeah that’s me in the big block, seventy-three synthetic pumping through the veins and it don’t knock
I turn the watch for the jail, tweets missing two twelves, setting off alarms I'm hitting hard as hell
Blue lights flashing but its hard to tell if theyre just gonna {?} or haul me off to jail
I ain't got no prior charges and my permits legit
My firearms liscence should cover my banana clip
My gold eagles in the glove box and it packs a dose, but false alarm they just wanted to see my truck up close
Come on
Why, oh, why is it sitting so high, I glide by riding high floating
[?] lift on the twenty-two inch rim check it you can see me showboating like a redneck
I know you see me coming, uh huh, uh huh, uh uh
Ain't no need in running, (ain't no need in running)
I know you see me coming, uh huh, uh huh, uh uh
Ain't no need in running, (ain't no need in running)
Im in a new 25o sunroof back
Ghost [?] in the back, [?] double stack
I’m reppin midstate baby and the crew’s cabs crazy
Yeah it's factory boy, it's all hand jack
They look at me every time I bust a left, right
Billy Jean when I’m sitting at the red light
And I'm heavy on the throttle I’m about to blast off just like a rocket as soon as it turns green
Boy, oh boy, I'm tearing up the toy, yo
Stereo crunk and I’m winnin’ and if the windows weren’t tinted you could sure see me grinning
[?] like a redneck
