Lyrics to Birthday Bitch
Baby don't cry, baby just wipe your eyes
Take you back to reality and make you smile
And make you smile
I make you, make you, make you, make you smile
You wanna feel famous wanna ride with my flamaa
Tell me what you came here for
Bring it up and drop it low
Don't you stop it
Don't you stop it, baby
Tell your girl
Tell your girlfriends
Let's toast for the birthday bitch
Make a wish for ya birthday
I can knock a bitch on my worst day
Do her wrong in the worse way, yea
Don't you stop it
Don't you stop it, baby
Tell your girl
Tell your girlfriends
Let's toast for the birthday bitch
Make a wish for ya birthday
I can knock a bitch on my worst day
Do her wrong in the worse way, yea
500 hunnit twenties spend it all on a fit
LLC treat my lyrics is like bricks
Legally I'm pushing coke why you think they call me dope
Yes, I can fuck the baddest bitches if I want too
Room full of rich niggas and I stand out
1 2 who dat knocking at yo do
3 4 it's the feds get low
Get low bitch, better get low bitch
Get low bitch, better get low bitch
I got all this money what you think I'm here for
Get low bitch, better get low bitch
I got all this money what you think I'm here for
Big ol' Bentley outside with the top missing
Got stars on the roof so the chain glissin'
'Member days I was broke they didn't listen
Look check me out bitch, I'm too mobby
Her head so wet call her sloppy
And when we fuck I say bop
And when we fuck I say
Bussdown, bussdown rolly on tick mode
Know you got that fake ass chain from the mall
Hoe I buy the whole sacks fith with my rich ass
I'll buy yo bitch with your bitch ass
Don't you stop it
Don't you stop it, baby
Tell your girl
Tell your girlfriends
Let's toast for the birthday bitch
Make a wish for ya birthday
I can knock a bitch on my worst day
Do her wrong in the worse way, yea
Take you back to reality and make you smile
And make you smile
I make you, make you, make you, make you smile
You wanna feel famous wanna ride with my flamaa
Tell me what you came here for
Bring it up and drop it low
Don't you stop it
Don't you stop it, baby
Tell your girl
Tell your girlfriends
Let's toast for the birthday bitch
Make a wish for ya birthday
I can knock a bitch on my worst day
Do her wrong in the worse way, yea
Don't you stop it
Don't you stop it, baby
Tell your girl
Tell your girlfriends
Let's toast for the birthday bitch
Make a wish for ya birthday
I can knock a bitch on my worst day
Do her wrong in the worse way, yea
500 hunnit twenties spend it all on a fit
LLC treat my lyrics is like bricks
Legally I'm pushing coke why you think they call me dope
Yes, I can fuck the baddest bitches if I want too
Room full of rich niggas and I stand out
1 2 who dat knocking at yo do
3 4 it's the feds get low
Get low bitch, better get low bitch
Get low bitch, better get low bitch
I got all this money what you think I'm here for
Get low bitch, better get low bitch
I got all this money what you think I'm here for
Big ol' Bentley outside with the top missing
Got stars on the roof so the chain glissin'
'Member days I was broke they didn't listen
Look check me out bitch, I'm too mobby
Her head so wet call her sloppy
And when we fuck I say bop
And when we fuck I say
Bussdown, bussdown rolly on tick mode
Know you got that fake ass chain from the mall
Hoe I buy the whole sacks fith with my rich ass
I'll buy yo bitch with your bitch ass
Don't you stop it
Don't you stop it, baby
Tell your girl
Tell your girlfriends
Let's toast for the birthday bitch
Make a wish for ya birthday
I can knock a bitch on my worst day
Do her wrong in the worse way, yea
