Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On My Birthday, artist - Troy Ave. Date of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On My Birthday |
| Ay who celebratin a birthday? |
| A one two, a one two |
| Countin millions |
| Not bad for a nigga from the mud |
| I’m a pretty rich thug |
| Word |
| On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto |
| Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know |
| God is great and the paper straight |
| If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate |
| Troy Ave the wave, all these niggas shores |
| Biting styles, flows all across the board |
| Why I can’t find friends like me Lord? |
| Genuine love, loyal like a dog |
| I ain’t got a roof on a few Vs |
| I ain’t got no loot, spent it on a few keys |
| Real dealers know work worth more than cash |
| 300K for Coke, 400 bagged |
| Traffic out of state for the bigger flip |
| In a small town buyin bigger clips |
| Runnin down on niggas with a fuckin 30 |
| Make sure they feel it, ya fuckin heard me |
| Blowin on these (ballies?), headin out the door |
| Before I leave baby ask me what you tryna know |
| My favourite thing is dough, favourite word is «no» |
| Favourite colour white, it represent the blow |
| On my birthday lookin like I hit the lotto |
| Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know |
| God is great and the paper straight |
| If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate |
| Dope Boy Troy a real gun clapper |
| Don’t ask me bout no bum rappers |
| I only listen to my heart and my intuition |
| I’m only hearin valid shit, I ain’t on no fiction |
| Getting women like ya boy gofer |
| Then I drive em crazy so I’m wearin loafers |
| My newest boo like to wear a lot of Fendi |
| She like the Grand Marnier that I mix with Henny |
| Legs match the ass she for real thick |
| Hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my dick |
| Ride for me baby, ride til you cum |
| Don’t stop when you tired, stop when I’m done |
| Versace sweatsuit on me it’s velour |
| I ain’t sweatin though, I’m finessin boy |
| Fuckin with some gangsta shit the long way |
| All about the money like my song say |
| On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto |
| Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know |
| God is great and the paper straight |
| If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate |
| Big bread and the big heart in my chest |
| My pop gone now I’m shootin like Russell West |
| Guarantee I’m scorin, young nigga ballin |
| You’ll hear about it one of these mornings |
| And ain’t no real niggas mournin |
| Let one come see me even when I’m tourin |
| Ain’t the first time, I been through it often |
| Immersed in the shine, still issue coffins |
| Troy Ave… |