TEC BEATZ - February 29th lyrics

[Hook] Tell the waitress bring the bottles Put em in the ice! I swear to God that I have many nights The f**ing b**hes live the marijuana remy life Party like its February 29th Ninth, ninth We gon party like its February 29th [Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce] And artist like me is seen every leap year So lets party like a frat-house with cheap beer We the premier, n***as in the street dear Keep this piece near, blood on my seat spear Let it be clear, the only thing that he fears Not being referred as the black [?] Without yall thinking he weird Im talking John P quier My sh** sheer, I used to sweep beer But until then I keep the presidential Rollie shinning brilliant Feel like Im Bill Clint Shawty said she wasn't going, but she still went Been around the world twice, but Im still prynce I seen my ex in the club, she probably got the same number Call er right now, I bet you should still be sprint Flew out to Paris, Imma send my chauffeur If you call him Pierre, either way its still French So [Hook] [Verse 2: Jon Connor] Who am i to say what I deserve and if I really deserve it? I get to play with these words while the world is barely keep turning Determined to get it, born in the city, I didn't fit in Cause k**in' was always sought, now we yellin' "michigan we did it" I used to have drama, I used to not sleep Now I got a bunch of J's that have never been on my feet Meanwhile, I'm reflecting, don't take a second for granted I just accept that my quest is to be the best when you handed this oppurtunity sh**, your only choice to go get it, for all my n***as missin' I deserve all these ritches and b**hes Who said that I don't, who said that I won't be up on some new sh** Got two b**hes they 22, who makin' room for a new chick I got it I know I got it and don't it feel right sh**, I can't explain with these words what it feel like When everything that you dreamed about is your real life We about to take a leap of faith like its the 29th What! [Hook] [Verse 3: Zip K] It's Zip K Uh, born raised and Decatur-bred On Thomas Bakery bakin', that's that Decatur bread In school, I majored in major money and major risks I ain't majored yet but, sh** I pay the rent Hottest with the gram since Insta Grown party raps, every bars a bar mitzvah See how many hoes that new foreign car get ya Tryin' to live your dreams out before the law pinch ya Wake up, wake up, tryin' to get my cake up Cliché, cliché, all the sh** we make up One hit rappers at the labels 'til they break up n***as need a hard drive, all the space you take up Make room, please like, n***as, uh, move please Now you get the looks and whispers like "who's these" Never marry p**y I know she's a groupy Even though its tight, I use that term loosely And uh [Hook] [Verse: CyHi The Prynce] Back when Twan had the money collar with the t-tops Jabo in my Reeboks, I was tryin' to beatbox Now I'm in the CL smooth: Pete Rock We not on the same level you b*atch Y'all won the BET Awards, I'm tryin' to win the EGOT For your information: kiosk Sorry to keep you waitin': Detox Landmark of stone mountain, I'm like the man street clocks sh** I might zip up to the party in a Fiat Postered like I'm [?], standin' on the furniture I with the girl I used to like in high-school, tryin' to put my bit in but I never got my turn with her But tonight it feels right it's like timber for two skies and they go blue mercedes-benz with no roof So let your hair down, you with the prince for the night Even though I never be uptight It don't matter [Hook]