Lyrics Birthday - Landspeed

Birthday

Hatch back boy, hatchin plans for the night ayy
Bimmer boy, doing 195, aye
Slap that hoe, if she mad she a dyke aye
Clap back hoe, she got my dick for the night aye
For the night aye
Lookin for a fight right
Howlin through the night
Glowin choppard like a lite brite
Its a sight
Got the crew on fuckin site, like
My honda gotta fight might just have to show my fangs, bite
Landspeed the crew
What the Fuck you tryna do
And the only thing that true
Is What we fuckin been through
With the nike shoe
Gonna Push the floor through
Chillin With versace too
Its what we motherfuckin do
Come on bitch bring dat ass
Jiggle when we movin fast
Goin to race the fuckin pass
Now thats some fuckin fast cash
If her ass on super flat
I throw her out the hatch back
«Don't be like that»
But she had her nike’s on my dash
(Virtue)
Fucked up, pullin up, started up the challenger
Bitch call my line say she wanna come to Canada
Fifty thousand dollars I ain’t got a fuckin manager
I’m swerving in the lex and yo bitch is in the passenger
Crashed a brinks truck throwin hundreds off the aqueduct
I do this everyday ain’t got no time on my calendar
Virtue got a choppa gekko got a 50 calibre
So when you pullin up flip the switch back to amateur
Yuh, uh huh, it’s like I’m Ricky rozay
Hundred thousand dollars for a bottle full of champagne
Shuttin down the club and it ain’t even my birthday
She really wanna fuck i ain’t even know her first name
Come on baby bring that shit, move it quick do that shit
Cut it up, chop it down, move around, throw a fit
Break a bitch, hit a lick, throw a brick, then I split
Bimmer dip, extended clip, diamond slugs to match the fit