Lyrics Billie - Kid Buu

You ain′t really eating boy your pockets look anemic
All these rappers are my son I feel like Billie Jean, yeah
Try to run up, not the one that blicky in my jeans yeah
All these racks I got it on me can't fit in my jeans yeah
You ain′t really eating boy your pockets look anemic
All these rappers are my son I feel like Billie Jean, yeah
Try to run up, not the one that blicky in my jeans yeah
All these racks I got it on me can't fit in my jeans yeah
Heard you ain't getting no racks
Heard you be chilling with rats
I keep them racks in the bank
All of my niggas yell SLATT
I got the strap its a Mac
I hit that hoe before I go to the bank
I hit that hoe then I don′t call her back
She say she need percs cause I′m hurting her back
That pussy wet but that pussy don't stank
I got the water like sink
Fuck what a fuck nigga think
I′m everything a fuck nigga ain't
Kid Buu a demon but my bitch a saint
New Saint Laurent it go good with the mink
I′m popping on perc's and I′m smoking on dank
I'm off a bean and I'm sipping on drank
I′m off the seal I ain′t talking about state
We cleaned you out I ain't talking about slate
We got the cake I ain′t talking about baked
Counting big racks and they only blue face
Stay with gorillas not talking about Bape
I got the strap like a lesbian babe
I got the smoke that boy don't want no vape
Can′t save a hoe I don't own me a cape
You ain′t really eating boy your pockets look anemic
All these rappers are my son I feel like Billie Jean, yeah
Try to run up, not the one that blicky in my jeans yeah
All these racks I got it on me can't fit in my jeans yeah
You ain't really eating boy your pockets look anemic
All these rappers are my son I feel like Billie Jean, yeah
Try to run up, not the one that blicky in my jeans yeah
All these racks I got it on me can′t fit in my jeans yeah