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Albums:

Billie Jean Blues (Guitar Shorty) · Jean-Loup Longnon & His New York Orchestra (Jean-Loup Longdon) · Jean Carn (Jean Carn) · Billy Jean & More (Shinehead) · Selfish Jean, Pt. 1 (Travis) · Jean/Bridge Over Troubled Water (Ray Conniff) · Billie Jean [DualDisc] (Michael Jackson) · Blue Jean Heart (Mac Curtis) · Selfish Jean, Pt. 2 (Travis) · Le Meilleur de Jean Sablon (Jean Sablon) – and 73 other albums »


She's a P.Y.T.
A pretty young thing
She's a P.Y.T.
Shes a pretty young thing

I was upstairs
She came and woke me
I was so sleepy and tired
Front of the line, straight past the bouncer
Lookin' so fine that the band announced ya
Gotcha tight jeans on and your hair done right
All your
Slick Rick but +La Di Da Di+ 
And who's the fly white girl, she ain't that tall 
So them P. Miller jeans look like two basketballs 
And that Latino
But it's all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
We've got love for y'all but y'all
En blue jeans et blouson d'cuir
Tu vas rejoindre les copains
Si tu n'vois pas qu'est c'qu'ils vont dire
Quand tu les verras demain

En blue
En blue jeans et blouson d'cuir
Tu vas rejoindre les copains
Si tu n'vois pas qu'est c'qu'ils vont dire
Quand tu les verras demain

En blue
R.I.P it's the remix killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause
Yeah me and Bobby P stayed out all night
Kickin' it and cutting up and getting right
I had a good time
Till I came crawlin' in 'bout daylight
those jeans 
The way you dropping it is killing me 
I'll meet you in the V.I.P 

When you sizzling want to lay you on the floor 
I'm a bad boy just
whodi, I want it all
Because Betty Boop was chillin at the nail shop
A perfect 24-36 from bottom to the top
We in our P Miller Jeans No Limit shirts
How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans?
How the how the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans?
'Cause your waist so little and your
those jeans 
The way you dropping it is killing me 
I'll meet you in the V.I.P 

When you sizzling want to lay you on the floor 
I'm a bad boy just
première voiture
Les jeans p'tits durs
Mon rêve tout bleu
Comme un blues

Je veux t'emmener à Nashville
Là où je ne suis pas né
Te montrer la bague qui
We keep it mean
Pristine, cleaner than clean
Harbour these harmonies
Like we're speaking to Jean
It's like

Oh please, we ain't got no P's
to the game
But it's all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
We've got love for why'all
It was summer love, 
She was like a drug, 
Bit me like a club, 
Everything was alright, 

I was James Dean, 
She was Billie Jean, 
California
even pronounce that shit
Designer jeans, designer drugs, just bought me a designer bitch
Why this bitch keep hitting my line? She knowing she ain't
I walk with alligators through the mall
Shiny jeans and baseball cap, no time for rotation crap
No sleep, always up with heat, never take no N-A-P
I'm a junkie too
My friends are all the same, monkey see monkey do
Confrontational, fuck with P, fuck with who?
Extreme with it until all extremities
veux une meuf bien, cousin? Y'en a pas
A part ta sœur dans l'dîn ou ta mama
S.P.A, ouaf ouaf, S.P.A, S-S.P.A, que des chiennes S.P.A
Mecs bien? Y'en
done seen (coldest)
In low rise jeans (coldest)
All your drinks on me tonight, girl 'cause
Baby, you one of the coldest
In this spot (coldest)
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas run this
 Bad Boy

D-P-G
D-P-G
Bad Boy
D-P-G
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas
How come he don't come and p.i.p. with me
Down at the meter no more?
And how come he turn off the T.V.
And he hang that sign on the door?
Well we
Stilettos on my feet
Jeans hug my thighs
My LRG made her roll her eyes
She looked at me then at her guy, she tries to leave
While he asks why
Ich park direkt vor'm Club und jede Bitch macht Druck
Zehn Blunts zu dem Grey Goose, nehm dir'n Schluck
Wir sind V.I.P.s, ich benehme mich, wie ich