"Birthday" lyrics
Fergie Baby, DUSTY LOCANE & Kajun Waters Lyrics
Man this is a brooklyn harlem link up
Whoopty to the Feva nigga
Only young steppers do it the best
Ladies sing this shit
No nigga can fuck wit us
Huhhhhhhh
Fevaa rrrr... rrrrr
Ayo Cain whats poppin
All that acting you can keep it
Fake love keep it secret
Had a vision of us in the future
But you let them haters get between it
I ain't here to show you any mercy
Gotta kill it deady off the percy
In a icebox where my heart use to be
None of these bitches can hurt me
Keep the love you be fakin
Gotta little booty but it's shakin
Imma beast, ain't no tamin
Free all the fevas off that vacation
Girl you know I, I, Iiiiii
Fuck you straight thru the night
Be a good girl, keep that pussy tight
While a nigga go live his life
It's your birthday, expensive designer, we doin them all
It's your birthday, she suckin me up while we shoppin dior
It's your birthday, I bought her flowers just for her birthday
It's your birthday, better that keep energy when it's my birthday
You and me trippin ain't fuck in a minute
Man this shit ridiculos
And I'm eatin this pussy im givin it kisses
Birthday givin wishes
Girl we know that you missin this shit
But this dick had you tweakin I had to go I klipp it
Why you bangin my door, what you callin me for
Fuck that, shorty buggin and trippin
20 what twenty fine
Reservations at 7 slide thru by 9
38 or I gotta 9
Face shot, head shot and I bet you won't recognize
When im blackin, she take out my dick snd start going off...
Grab her neck like Never mind
Wit you or I'm wit the guys
Pull up everytime Kuz she know I come wit a vibe
Now we fuckin right now on the floor
She like baby lets go shit I need some more
And I'm henny up deady I'm slumped on the floor
And I told her im done I can't bust anymore
And she wanted the gucci, the louie, dior
And cIm harlem the baby she know that for sure
And I beat up the pussy she told me she sore
And I know it's ya birthday, go dum in the store
It's your birthday, expensive designer, we doin them all
It's your birthday, she suckin me up while we shoppin dior
It's your birthday, I bought her flowers just for her birthday
It's your birthday, better that keep energy when it's my birthday
Rrrrrr
Ain't nothing left to talk about
I don't even know why they still talkin kuzzy
Feva
Huhhhhh
Whoopty to the Feva nigga
Only young steppers do it the best
Ladies sing this shit
No nigga can fuck wit us
Huhhhhhhh
Fevaa rrrr... rrrrr
Ayo Cain whats poppin
All that acting you can keep it
Fake love keep it secret
Had a vision of us in the future
But you let them haters get between it
I ain't here to show you any mercy
Gotta kill it deady off the percy
In a icebox where my heart use to be
None of these bitches can hurt me
Keep the love you be fakin
Gotta little booty but it's shakin
Imma beast, ain't no tamin
Free all the fevas off that vacation
Girl you know I, I, Iiiiii
Fuck you straight thru the night
Be a good girl, keep that pussy tight
While a nigga go live his life
It's your birthday, expensive designer, we doin them all
It's your birthday, she suckin me up while we shoppin dior
It's your birthday, I bought her flowers just for her birthday
It's your birthday, better that keep energy when it's my birthday
You and me trippin ain't fuck in a minute
Man this shit ridiculos
And I'm eatin this pussy im givin it kisses
Birthday givin wishes
Girl we know that you missin this shit
But this dick had you tweakin I had to go I klipp it
Why you bangin my door, what you callin me for
Fuck that, shorty buggin and trippin
20 what twenty fine
Reservations at 7 slide thru by 9
38 or I gotta 9
Face shot, head shot and I bet you won't recognize
When im blackin, she take out my dick snd start going off...
Grab her neck like Never mind
Wit you or I'm wit the guys
Pull up everytime Kuz she know I come wit a vibe
Now we fuckin right now on the floor
She like baby lets go shit I need some more
And I'm henny up deady I'm slumped on the floor
And I told her im done I can't bust anymore
And she wanted the gucci, the louie, dior
And cIm harlem the baby she know that for sure
And I beat up the pussy she told me she sore
And I know it's ya birthday, go dum in the store
It's your birthday, expensive designer, we doin them all
It's your birthday, she suckin me up while we shoppin dior
It's your birthday, I bought her flowers just for her birthday
It's your birthday, better that keep energy when it's my birthday
Rrrrrr
Ain't nothing left to talk about
I don't even know why they still talkin kuzzy
Feva
Huhhhhh
