Birthday

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Birthday

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[Intro] Bitch For real [Verse] Glock get to singin' like It's Drake in the room It ain't my birthday, but it's cake in the room I was raised around bosses, you was raised by some fools 'Cause when the fuck niggas thought faking was cool? Got so blowed last night, fell asleep by the pool You ain't shootin' that shit right if it didn't make the news In the backyard hoopin' and I played in some Loubs Even if these was your size, you couldn't play in my shoes They keep asking if I'm crippin', 'cause I stay with some blues But this the money that you get when you play by the rules I'm addicted to the streets, should've stayed into school Better hold your head high, you need faith I'm a prize to a bitch, I'm a fuckin' sweepstakes Type of girl, realest nigga, only right I need Bape I got water around my neck and I'm from the Great Lakes My bitch make 10 bands every time she switch states She a real ass bitch, even though her lips fake I've been gettin' fuckin' money way before a mixtape If she ain't talkin' 'bout no money, then I'm gone [?] If she talkin' 'bout money, then I'm gone with her safe I will never fall in love, 'cause it fuck up the pace Tattoos by my eye, sayin' fuck out my face Keep a Glock in my pants like it's stuck to my waist She don't really love me, just the hundreds I make You won't catch me in the club without a gun in that place This so motherfuckin' good [?] You did 40 shows, just to rock a necklace That's why I don't like rappin', 'cause to me that shit pathetic Make a bitch throw it back, only right that I catch it I hate I popped a pill, I can't deal with this sweatin' Bitch, shut the fuck up, you talk to much, take this [?] Got a bitch with pretty titties with my dick on her breasts Shot a nigga crib up, if he ain't got it [?] They say I need to chill, 'cause I'm driving while I'm textin' Triple H, bitch, hell no I ain't wrestlin' You know my niggas lethal, 'cause they always got some weapons Don't you ask me them questions, like where you been at and why you looking at my bestfriend Shootouts on camera, I'm just mad we hit pedestrians I had to suck it up and I just took it as a lesson Every time I'm on the beat, I let my soul leak Nigga, that's your main bitch, well that's my old freak Mommy even told me that these fucking hoes weak I ain't want to take her out and she told me I was cheap It's cold outside, I need a Moncler or a Mink I love a bad bitch with a pussy that be pink But I'ma kick her out if her pussy fucking stink I blow my money quick spend 10,000 before you blink Police asked me can I get up out the car cause it reek I fell one time in the water, it was deep Bitch, she a freak, she take dick when she sleep Used to stand by the stove days when we ain't have heat Told her don't wanna hit the room, it's a backseat

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  • Pablo Skywalkin