Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Happy Birthday Germ , by - Pouya. Release date: 13.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Happy Birthday Germ |
| Yuh, aye, yuh, yuh, yuh |
| She hop on the soil, get mental wit it |
| Get wet, don’t trip on the set I bet |
| I’m a vet in the game, I pave my own lane |
| I changed the whole thing |
| Put that Rogaine on that pussy |
| No more duckin' in the bushes |
| From the police, never worry 'bout lease |
| I buy that whole, cash |
| I been living so nicely lately |
| I been feelin' so icy, I might be the one you don’t wanna test |
| I guess you say I’m intelligent |
| Why you abusin' yo medicine? |
| The devil is coming, don’t let him in |
| Sittin' down, talkin' to Letterman |
| Sendin' love letters |
| Ta Pamela Anderson, hoe |
| Just the one that ride around with a .44 |
| I ain’t never going back to bein' a bus boy |
| No one could comprise what I’ve created |
| Don’t settle for less, gotta go for the latest |
| Hoe you can’t save me, double up on my savings |
| Split it with the homies that raised me |
| And made me who I am today |
| Bust the Mac-11 then I throw it away |
| Feds pull up on the kid, they gon' put him away |
| So I dip down the block, got no time to waste |
| Baby take attention, savor it |
| Just bought a Benz for my favorite bitch whippin' that 1999 Jag |
| Two fat hoes, Big Boi, and my dad |
| Drag racing down ocean drive |
| With a blindfold covering my eyes |
| You wanna fuck with me, you gotta suck my guys |
| You want my respect, then don’t tell no lies |
| Peace signs up out the window like Nixon |
| Here creep the po-po, oh no, I’m dippin' |
| Flippin' the middle finger up to your children, what was I thinkin'? |
| Lettin' these rappers talk to me like they on my level |
| Pull out the semi, I’m goin' full metal |
| For them hoes and my bros that wanna be a rebel |
| Never goin' back, never goin' back, never gonna settle |
| Resealed some Karo to serve to my patients |
| The free basic 'cademy slabs in the basement |
| Homegirls turned to hoes, takin' turns on the greatest |
| She’s suckin' for publish and sure thinks she made it |
| Never the one to take time out to kick it |
| Schemin' the dope and I’m callin' the lippin' |
| Reuppin' them substance cause your boy wants a ticket |
| Half 'em get flipped 'cause I’m all 'bout the business |
| Under half percs 'cause your boy got addictions |
| Your purse might get snatched when I come in the building |
| Been killin' this game, I’m a lean sippin' villain |
| This one for the children who stock off of scripts |
| Just pull up, pulled up with an AR, all but 6 shots |
| Where they brain off, eight drop |
| Trained to kill goon, really AWOL |
| Fiend to five, put the fear in his eyes |
| Leave him to hang though, fuck what you say though |
| Hands on my set when I walk in the spot |
| Motherfuckers heavy 'cause I hit on yo thot |
| Bitch you stupid, I’m ruthless, I’m truthful |
| I do this, I ride for the fightin', I’m slide |
| Ride with my thumper, lay a nigga down |
| Ride 'round town, cold cut if a nigga |
| Throw shade, stay in your own lane |
| 'Cause I feel no pain, |
| I’m on my dumb shit, hoppin', bum shit |
| I’m all this, fuck 'bout no cop, I’m on the block is hot shit |
| Suck my dick, |
| bad shit |