T.D.A.

Lyrics

Woah My phone was off I ain't see yo call I ain't just tryin' to smash I'm trying to do some yoga with you I'm trying to watch insecure Nah baby I don't know that girl I think she go with Kodak Black Fuck that girl, I just wanna vibe with you Think of things you and I could do We get sashimi [?] [?] how she kicking your bitch out of the party whenever she see me One and a two and a three and a four Counting my scratch like I'm keying a car What's the occasion, why you at the bar with your friends You wanna tell me again? [Hook] You know that it's my birthday My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades Dress fitting right so I can show off my shape I'm a couple glasses in, shaking ass on the table Talking about it's your birthday (It's my birthday) You ain't gotta pay (I ain't gotta pay) Oh you got a man? (Yeah I got a man) Where he at then? (I dunno, I dunno) It's your birthday (It's my birthday) You got a new thang (I got a new thang) Bought a few friends (Bought a few friends) You want a new Benz? (I want a new Benz) Well work New outfit and them heels match with it Got your hair done now your nails getting painted Its yo day, do yo thang Babysitter with yo children Fina quit with yo babydaddy get you a new nigga Wassup, they ain't matching up I can see you from the front ¿Cómo te llama? You want it I got it A couple of commas like hundreds of dollars (A hundreds of dollars?) A thousand a dollars I don't even feel like talking about it Work Work Work like you wana run away or something Buss like it's your birthday on a Sunday Work it out like you was hikin', runnin' Grab your friend bring that drink and come hit up my function Maybe gonna spend a lil money Fifty's and hundreds ain't nothing Strip out yo birthday suit Where I can see that ass pose from the front end Girl yeah you so fine, you so fine you blow my mind Drop it down, it get ugly show them other girls, it's nothing [Larry June] Keisha, Neisha, Rhonda, Theresa One hoe, two hoe, three hoes, I'm eating She at the shows front row going stupid The first time I met her [(Charlswood the fifth)?] It might be the solid gold in my teeth It might be the Valentines on my feet Sock it to me [Hook] [Larry June] You did good baby (good job Larry!) Woke up in the mansion real healthy livin' On my way to Miami in these Gucci denims Cars with no limit Lobster tails, with a lil' lemon Cracked my rim leaving Monterey hittin' 120 Slide to the O hit my nigga OX, what it do Baby I ain't never met a women that was like you That's what I told her when I seen her She lookin' like real some work So it sucks for me to tell you that this'd never work Damn Goddamn Sock it to me Shit!