Jeezy, YG - Birfday lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[Jeezy, YG - Birfday lyrics]
You know I ain't playing, bitch
They ask me what I wanna be for Halloween
I said, "You know that I'm playing rich"
Every day my birthday, every
Every day my birthday
Every check born in '72
Least that what the ‘verts say
Every day my birthday, every
Every day my birthday
Call me when we get this on
Least that what the work say
Every day my birthday, every
Every day my birthday
If I was you be smoking, too
Least that what the purp say
Every day my birthday, every
Every day my birthday
Take the cake and blow the candles off
Least that what the word say
Can't remember last night ‘cause
I was going hard
Reminiscing ‘bout those years ago when
I was selling hard see, my homie hit me up
Say she on a shopping spree
30 for the 36, yeah, that's gonna be your fee
See, I'm tryna get these unit's off
And a couple flying saucers
Come through with a Spanish piece, talk
I'm banging sosa
I know he thinking he done lost his
Mind or daddy lost his mind
What you know about him, know
His pack too loud, turn it
Down, shorty ‘bout to get fine
Yeah, you hate niggas don't know my mind
Bad bitches all on my line
Got yellow gold just to help me tell my time
Keep the lean just to help me shine
Look, think I got some money
On the way, what's that, my
Nigga, got my ball, straight hitching
See that new black down head
On the showroom floor
Well that motherfucker ‘bout to be missing
Birthday
Every day my birthday, every
Every day my birthday
Every check born in '72
Least that what the ‘verts say
Every day my birthday, every
Every day my birthday
Call me when we get this on
Least that what the work say
Every day my birthday, every
Every day my birthday
If I was you be smoking, too
Least that what the purp say
Every day my birthday, every
Every day my birthday
Take the cake and blow the candles off
Least that what the word say
Every day my birthday
Buy my bitch a purse day
Bang the hood faithfully like every
Day is turf day
Giuseppes, Giuseppes, Giusepes, Giuseppes
Giuseppes my shoes cost more than your weed
You broke ass bitch please, don't text me
Would've been with a nigga
Tryna caught a case
With her Home boys won't let me
Too many hit's on the
Yeah, I'm fucking with Jeezy now, yeah
I'm fucking on TC now
Crib in Atlanta, the label pay for it, yeah
That's how they treat me now
Bust your life up ‘cause I did
I need a rich bitch to have my kids
Her biz is my biz and my biz is my biz
Giuseppes, Giuseppes, Giusepes, Giuseppes
Giuseppes my shoes cost more than your weed
You broke ass bitch please don't text me
Just know I'm buying what the fuck I want
You know I ain't playing, bitch
They ask me what I wanna be for Halloween
I said, "You know that I'm playing rich"
Every day my birthday, every
Every day my birthday
Every check born in '72
Least that what the ‘verts say
Every day my birthday, every
Every day my birthday
Call me when we get this on
Least that what the work say
Every day my birthday, every
Every day my birthday
If I was you be smoking, too
Least that what the purp say
Every day my birthday, every
Every day my birthday
Take the cake and blow the candles off
Least that what the word say