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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBirthday (Feat. Rick Ross)
I dont want no cake on my birthday, I want my cake errday [x4]I gone be honest tomorrow aint promised thats why I say thisHere today then you gone like rentin' a car from AvisHurts but its the truth you? out that MercedesThat's why I be on point, I'm never procastinatin'You better be dodgin' saten, that? be hatin'Want his cake and eat it tooThen do you greasy like baconEveryday money chasin'I'm so in love with the fragranceSo what I'm a little impatient[?] got no patienceI'm actin like I'm racin'Before I become a rasin'Strippers hotter then cajunMy? be in rotationThe daily birthday occasionI'm rarely off of vacationI'm rarely out of the nationAnd nelly dollars?I dont want no cake on my birthday, I want my cake errday [x4]I ain't talkin' next yearI ain't talkin' in a monthI ain't talkin' in a weekEvery day I wanna stuntEvery day I want sum candlesEvery day a hundred bonesEvery day I pull up in lambos, filet meion for lunchWhat my birthdayYou got my birthdayWhen my birthdayYou better say my birthdayI get emotionalThat's what c-notes will doThem penny lofer shoes help me cop a Bentley coupeNow my string of wemen hotter than Campbells soupBoy that cake will make them peps turn to animalsI'm King Kong and it's your trainin' dayDenzel with the ice and I'm pushin' weightI ain't tryin' [?] 'em allI ain't tryin'?But Biggie got a wife she ain't with him not a dayAin't no body here to stayYou can try and get awayI'll [?] prayMy advice still the same
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