Birthday Song Letra

So all these hating ass niggas could see
She got first place gold medal booty
I ain’t gotta ask she wanna give it to me
I wax that ass like karate kid, she call me sensei when I’m at her rib
I eat good but I fuck better, cause rain storms, hurricanes weather
We leave together you came with her
And now you calling you can’t get her
It’s my birthday, virgo, nodes with my mojo
You getting high on that Navajo,
She fuck whoever ain’t with the call, whoa
She fuck whoever ain’t with the cocain,
Get with me, I get busy, death jam
Don’t know what to do with me like ah

[Hook]
They asked me what I do and who I do it for?
And how I come up with the shit up in the studio?
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe
When I die, bury me inside a Gucci store
When I die, bury me inside a Louie store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe

She got a big booty, so I call it big booty
Skirt, skirt, wrist move it, cooking getting to it
I’m in the kitchen, yams everywhere, jam made of jewels I got bands everywhere
You the realer nigga breathing if I hold my breath
Referee with the whistle, prrr, holt it clip
Extend clip, extend role
When your girl meet me she needs a hair saloon
How we kill it, going on a trapaphone
See I done have more bombs than Pakistan
Dope bomb, drop bomb and a pill bomb
See nigga I’m a balling, and you in wheel call
When I die, burry me inside a Jury store
When I die, burry me inside the Troy store
True to my religion, to everything, I’m different
So when I die, bury me next to 2 bitches!

[Hook]
They asked me what I do and who I do it for?
And how I come up with the shit up in the studio?
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe
When I die, bury me inside a Gucci store
When I die, bury me inside a Louie store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe