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yeat - birthday lyrics

[intro]
what do you want me to say?
worried about my first ways
i’m gonna get my d+ck sucked, yeah
it’s my birthday
she gon’ suck my d+ck up, yeah, cause it’s my birthday
yeah, in my sleep

[chorus]
birthday
she gon’ suck my d+ck up, yeah, cause it’s my birthday
we been on that work, but hate be takin’ percs’s birthday
in the club, make ’em dance, hundred racks, huh? (uh)
they not gon’ f+ck with the kid until i’m next up (on god, on god)
i got money on me, baby, don’t do dancer
i just hit louis, yeah, for fifty, got me dancin’
kick lil him out the gang, gon’ pull up, teach a lesson
with the young wave, but for night+night, sh+t went messy (messy)

[verse]
we just got back to the tele+, she undressed (let’s go, let’s go)
how we do this sh+t? man, we so wavy (wavy)
i can’t f+ck off percs no more, this sh+t too crazy
took so many all this last year, i was so lazy
talk ’bout suicide doors on the g (skrrt)
i just beat the lamb’ truck in my sleep
i just caught a d+mn nut in my sleep
unemployed, made too many people rich, that’s on me
y’all really broke as h+ll, just got rich with etiquette
when they see me gone, all them getting frantic (panic)
i got mighty bands that’s up in the attic
i go long like i’m the birds, i guess, i’m an addict
she said, “that d+ck was too much”, she say, “i saw my daddy”
pull up on ’em with a big glock, and let them all have it (yeah)
bentley shop up out the mall, i know you all cappin’
you’re really one for the job, you just all at it
b+tch, i feel like off these drugs, i’m a billionaire, who gon’ die
i’m in love with ozzy, but i know that’s the way i die
got to put in work, so i don’t see my momma cry
it’s my birthday, so this b+tch gon’ pull up, give me some slight
[chorus]
birthday
she gon’ suck my d+ck up, yeah, cause it’s my birthday
we been on that work, but hate be takin’ percs’s birthday
in the club, make ’em dance, hundred racks, huh? (uh)
they not gon’ f+ck with the kid until i’m next up (on god, on god)
i got money on me, baby, don’t do dancer
i just hit louis, yeah, for fifty, got me dancin’
kick lil him out the gang, gon’ pull up, teach a lesson
with the young wave, but for night+night, sh+t went messy (messy)

[outro]
ight, let’s run it up
tell ’em i don’t give a f+, that’s my energy
put a hundred mill’ till i die, infinity
set them free, set them free, set them free, set them free
set them free, set them free, set them free, set them free
set them free, set them free, set them free, set them free
worried about my first ways
i’m gonna get my d+ck sucked, yeah

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