Lyrics Birfday - Good Gas, FKi 1st, Key!

Birfday

Good job, 1st
It’s my birthday
Happy birthday, yeah
Ok, when the weed gone, hey, then I leave
My bitches don’t wear no Remi, but, uh, I bob and weave
I’m a motherfucker I know what my daddy see
Ay, he really wasn’t an op 'til I fucked his thot
Ouch
Ridin through the hills on some pills that ain’t E
Boy, you know you blessed left the penthouse a mess
She superwoman paint an «S» up on her chest
More moist, hey, put it on her face, hey
You annoy, get your shit and leave my place
«Bitch, he cray-cray,» hey
Ho, I’m Craig, and you Day-Day
Bitch, I’m fly, you just gon' mayday
«Oh my god»
Yup
Got your bitch in awe, these niggas they all
Ferrari California same color as Akon
Got your bitch in awe, these niggas they all
Ferrari California, same color as Akon
Bitch it’s my birthday keep that motherfuckin cake goin'
Bitch it’s my birthday keep that motherfuckin cake goin'
Bitch it’s my birthday keep that motherfuckin cake goin'
Bitch it’s my birthday keep that motherfuckin cake goin'
Good job, 1st
Happy birthday
It’s my birthday
Happy birthday
Yeah, yeah