Birthday Boy

N***** in my comments but older than Myspace
Not even that hot but so many p****** in my face
I'm just plugging in because I like to do things my way
My future lookin' straight while these niggas look at me sideways

Why you cuff that shordy'? You know that she for the highways
Christmas time she call me Santa 'cus she always riding my sleigh
B**** a** n**** call 'em chicken when I come 'round he gon' fly 'way
Put you down for bigger things because you lookin' like a lightweight

Rather have a 95 Accord I do not want an I8
Always fishing for some compliments I'll cook 'em 'cus he like bait
Change the due date to the next morning 'cus I like to write late
Boy you better go left before I put you In the right lane

Smoke a boy like a two pack (Tupac) of woods did not know Brenda had a baby
Broke her back off on a balcony I know her mama hate me
Put the heat on him watch how he bends (Benz) I didn't know he knew Mercedes
If I put the Tommy on he'll figure (Hilfiger) I get bucks like Brady

If I do It once believe I'll go again
B**** I'm lookin for some money, I ain't lookin' for a friend
Imma start with all these bars then imma hold it to the end
Hatin' as a low score while I'm pushing off of a 10

Boy I'm aimin' for a pent while you still up in a tent
Slimey n***** sound like Gary while I'm balling like I'm Trent
Imma
Bet you wondered where I went
I can smell a b**** for miles man them n***** got a scent

Worried 'bout some vvs's while you still behind on rent
Have these n***** fried chicken I might just go down to Kent
Kent's Kentucky chicken b**** I know you know what I meant
Makin million dollar moves you can barely touch a cent



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Writer(s): Najey Myrie
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