Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BDay, artist - Tory Lanez. Date of issue: 26.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BDay |
| When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah |
| When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy |
| TikTok, big Glock, big Glizzy |
| I’ma ball, I was broke for every BDay |
| Get the money, spend it with my niggas each way |
| I be pimpin' these hoes, no, it ain’t easy |
| When I cash out the stack, I’m glitchy |
| Bitch I’m blowin' money fast like Meech, ayy |
| Still I wear the same sweats for like three days |
| Give a fuck 'bout these hoes, I gotta eat, yeah |
| I got places to go, people to meet, yeah |
| I be duckin' these fuck niggas and the leechers |
| Niggas cheatin' these blogs, how they be reachin' |
| Roll my reefers in, bitch I be chiefin' |
| I hate to seem like a boss, they know I’m glitchin' |
| Ayy, ayy, bitch, I’m glitchin' |
| They out here ridin' the wave, they in the deep end |
| I call her for some shorty, she and her three friends |
| I’m dippin' off in a Rolls |
| They call me three hundred thousand, baby, I’m livin' large, yeah |
| Pre-own the houses, baby, I’m thinkin' smart, yeah |
| She wanna pull up 'cause she know I keep it G.I. |
| Joe to decease, I’m glitch, |
| I know, yeah, yeah |
| When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy |
| Knowin' that you pussy niggas couldn’t see me |
| It ain’t promised so you gotta live it each day |
| So I gotta fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Can’t nobody tell me nothin', it’s my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay |
| Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah |
| Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah |
| In the grocery shoppin' lookin' like CJ |
| Wholesale with a pound like BJ’s |
| Nigga fuckin' with my money, he catchin' three fade |
| That nigga play with me funny, I give him three days |
| Real talk, motherfucker I’m glitchin', yeah |
| Tell a broke nigga straight, «Stop leechin'» |
| Down in Miami, the Bentley on the highway |
| I feel like Fetty, I seen the girl swingin' my way |
| Momma gobblin', wobblin' wanna |
| That toppy feelin' when she slide |
| She dropped an ice cube on it like Friday |
| Lil' mama price too, too, too high, bae |
| If you really with the gang, then you gon' sign in |
| VVS’s in my chain, them bitches blindin' |
| Twenty thousand in the stand, bitch, can you find 'em? |
| Niggas they don’t understand, bitch, I’m a grinder |
| Hustlin' knives, big duffle of cash |
| My money is stashed, the police comin', shit I’m duckin' and dashin' |
| From the twenty, the thirty, baby, shit I bought it in cash |
| Prayin' that you fake niggas never last like that, ayy |
| When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy |
| Knowin' that you pussy niggas couldn’t see me |
| It ain’t promised so you gotta live it each day |
| So I gotta fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Can’t nobody tell me nothin', it’s my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay |