BIRTHDAY SONG

Oh my god.. It's my, it's my, it's my birthday It's my, it's my, it's my birthday It's my, it's my, it's my birthday It's my, it's my, it's my birthday Spend a hundred racks, Imma get it back And she know I can't even afford time To go to the bathroom This is my moment, I'ma spill it I'ma get it back, and she know she black, in the softbacks It's my, it's my, it's my birthday It's my birthday, make her toast and light my candles up I wanna see you pop that up And just pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up She knew she the baddest, don't give a f*ck All of my wrists is a bust down Got her body done, so she up now New Lam' truck when she touchdown Fly to the city, just f*ck now Hundred bottles, we super lit We'll take us on, yeah, you the shit Never in lines, it's section Couple girlfriends, she the best one Never in lines, it's section Couple girlfriends, she the best one, yeah, yeah It's ya, it's ya, it's ya birthday, yeah Swing a hundred racks, I'ma get it back, and she know she black, in the softbacks It's ya, it's ya, it's ya birthday, yeah It's ya birthday, make her toast and light your candles up I wanna see you pop that up And just pick it up Oh, it's ya birthday, ah Shout out to all the pretty girls who birthday it is Ay, oh, it's ya birthday, oh, it's ya birthday I wanna see you pop that, ah, in the worst way Oh, it's ya birthday, ah, it's ya birthday I wanna see you pop that 42 the worst way It's ya birthday, ah, it's ya birthday, ah