Lyrics:
Velma:
Hello suckers, welcome back. Roxie's in there being looked
over by the State Medical Examiner. She says she's gonna
have a baby. Now why
While at a dance, my baby by my side
He whispers to me, someday I'll be his bride
Woah, oh, oh
There's no other like my baby
No, no, no, no
(Johnny)
No,
ain't Oprah Winfrey hey
No you ain't Oprah baby
I'm on a different dimension that's why my feelings empty
So if you ain't on my level
There ain't no
better baby
When you're near
You love Fun Dip and Cherry Coke
I like the way you laugh
When I tell a joke
When I met you
I said my name is Rich
You
Dealing with the claim baby
(Oh baby)
My team hard, makin' 'em lean hard
You see more riders lined up
Then you see at a theme park
My queen hot,
there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my
out my life I've been doing fine
Looking so good baby you'll be mesmerized
Silly Billy willy killy got me on my feelings
Baby boy I don't wanna cry,
she a fan
Catch me if you can, it's the gingerbread man
You already know by the album, see the movie, read the book
It's God Level
Billy Goat
It's J.
let her get a nut out me
I'm still vicious by myself one man army
Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me
Baby, baby, baby... it's
Prophecy
Y'all got me on some crazy stuff with this jawn yo
I'm bout to eat this beat
On God
Hey
My guys they on Billy time
You watch how we move
connects
Cause on 11/11 like he was heaven sent
The world got a Billy again
And although it isn't the same
Their friend will live on through their baby boys
no, no
While at a dance, my baby by my side
He whispers to me, someday I'll be his bride
Woah, oh, oh
There's no other like my baby
No, no, no,
Second cycle, the kid is movin' like Billy Idol
With some past due W's that I'm still entitled
City love me I treat it like it's a bridal
Tux
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
Easy, back up, turn your radio
Turn your radio off
Watch me now, baby, baby
Uh uh, uh uh
Bitches in my ear, they saying they love me
You don't
it do is hit
It dont make albums
You my wife for life
So I dont need a condom
And I know its Clean
So im dancing in it
Thats Micheal Jackson
Billy Jean
to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,
again like Groot
No-one really knows how to make it, I do
I'll have an album done by like noon
And ride the Milano with my Raccoon
I'ma keep makin' songs
dance yea I'm hitting the griddy
I'm playing piano she calling me Billy...
Joel, They rewatching my videos
They buying a lot of my clothes, Album
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
hiphop) Hell no this is war
Heavy artillery, in my vicinty
*repeat - change 5th line to: M.O.P.*
[Billy Danze]
Ah-yo, the game's called survival
on a ceiling, chasing
Dreams, hoping this conglomerate can
Run the nation
It's abomination how we bomb yo' block
I'm talking Big Punch, K-Dub, Baby Slip Billy
Bad
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
.jpg/244px-Portrait_of_Billy_Eckstine,_New_York,_N.Y.,_between_1946_and_1948_(LOC).jpg "Billy Eckstine & His Orchestra")
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