Your Birthday Record Lyrics

It's your birthday

You know Genie not nice

It's your birthday

Had to say it twice

You and all your friend y'all getting in the car

And y'all coming to the crib is we clear right now?

Huh?

Shawty got that apple bottom

Make a nigga want holla

Shit you know what it is when you wake up

Can we? Said shawty can we make love

Ain't nothing wrong with some birthday sex

We so locked in you get a birthday text

Common tell me what you into shawty

I know you twenty-five but we can't just party

Girl all I do is make money

All we do is make money

PAP that's the Private Air Port

I mean everything private 'cept my life

Man what?

Who been keeping score I'm going up all the way

Lou'in G Baby and the G stand for "Grapes"

Know it's red wine over fed time

Niggas keep liein baby say sum

It's your birthday Mami pop sum

Sayin it's your birthday Mami pop sum

It's three am baby pop sum

Them is not your friends baby pop sum

When I was seven nigga we was popping cap guns

This shit still a game nigga capcom

Fuck!

Change his name to cap.com

Change his name to cap.com