BILLY JEAN

Uh, ooh, yeah Lately I've had way too much fuckin' time on my hands Bitches want my DNA, but they mouth for they ass I fucked a slut, she bust a nut, then she gave birth to a bass Billie Jean come and askin' for answers, yeah Billie Jean's not my love, yeah She just a girl that I met at the club, yeah The kid is not my son, is not my son I ain't the papa, no, I ain't the papa Billie Jean I ain't the papa, no, I ain't the papa Billie Jean I ain't the peppa, no, I ain't the peppa Billie Jean I ain't the peppa, no, I ain't the peppa Hey, you get pregnant through your mouth on your knees There's only one God, baby, bow to me Talk cash money shit, 500 degree Would you please take these handcuffs off me What the, uh, the, uh, the I'm so God-like she don't believe I exist She's so up-and-down like the relationship is Billie Jean I ain't the papa, no, I ain't the papa Billie Jean I ain't the papa, no, I ain't the papa Billie Jean I ain't the papa, no, I ain't the papa Billie Jean I ain't the papa, no, I ain't the papa Billie Jean I ain't the peppa, no, I ain't the peppa