Birthday

Bitch, it's my mother fucking birthday
Even thought it's just another work day
But we gonna party all day
We will be so drunk we won't find the driveway
Please don't ruin my skirt
I'ma be a flirt
Just don't let the guys get hurt

It's my birthday
It's my birthday
I'm gonna make it rain all day
It's my birthday
It's my birthday

Get out the way, or I'll hit you with the Benz
And ain't no way I'll make amends
I just got some Prada and Burberry too
While your sick at home with the flu
Fix your hair, I'll get the Gorilla Glue
Maybe that's why you've been so blue
Come over daddy, we can ride on top of the drink caddy
But don't dare call her a baddie

I have a photo montage
And yet I still look good in camouflage
Fuck me,fuck me,fuck me,fuck me
Ayesha Erotica got nothing on me
I'm not a porn star
But I'm way better than the rest by far
It's time to pull out the Rolls Royce
But maybe the Porsche won't be a bad choice

It's time to get lit in this bitch
So drunk I can't find the light switch
I'ma pop you off an I won't be sorry
Your voice as ugly as Meghan McCarthy
City Girls said they'd replace Nicki
Now they want a collab with Nicki
What the fuck is going on with Gabbie
She be acting a little different

It's my birthday
It's my birthday
I'm gonna make it rain
It's my birthday
It's my birthday
But don't you dare get in my fucking way



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