Mickey Wallace - My Birthday - Explicit lyrics

[Into] Yeah! I've been waiting all year for this! [Hook: Mickey Wallace] It's my mother-f**ing birthday! Do you know what that mean? It's my birthday! Everything I drink's free It's my birthday! You want to see my I.D? It's my birthday! I'm celebrating all week! It's my birthday! Do you know what that mean? It's my birthday! Everything I drink's free It's my birthday! You want to see my I.D? It's my birthday! I'm celebrating all week! [Verse 1: Mickey Wallace] (blowing candle sound) Candles blown and a wish made I'm wilding out tonight I hope to see another day Blessed to be in my right mind Could've been caged or a grave You ain't gotta be Banging Where they be bucking strays Give praise! Time to get active Call them hoes Give em access Yeah, them ones with the accents Brains dumb They act dense Print-models And actors Long hair No hair-pins Down for whatever happens Action! I get my fresh on Yves Saint Laurent (eve-san-lor-ron) on Charm, pull her, I strong-arm Damn homie yo hoe gone GETEM! Wardrobe fresh, all black Nothing like December when you winning Yeah we call that A cold mother f**er Whooo! I unleash heat, and reload in the summer Whooo! Hear me going ham every track, now they wonder Whooo! When the hell he gon drop sh** No fumble Been a long time coming It's my birthday! [Hook:] [Bridge:] Do it for my birthday I tell her do it for my birthday Go ahead baby Do it for my birthday [Verse 2: Mickey Wallace] No drinks for me Y'all go ahead drank up I keep that bomb weed Rolling the dank up So fly I think I be from a different Galaxy than the one that I am living in Aww damn! Everybody faded or intoxicated? Yup! Let me hit up Uber We going to need a designated Yup! No, I ain't going home gat-dammit Strip club's still popping And I feel a little mannish Where the hell is my wallet at? (I don't know?) I think I left it in the cab Gotta call him back (aww f**) The bouncer better let me in Because I'm just getting started I'm here count hoes like mother f**ing audit 1, 2, OH, 4 Yo, who you leaving with? I don't know if you know this But baby we the sh** Now go and get your girls We can all play I'm dead a** serious, it's my birthday! Baby! [Hook:] [Bridge:] (Aye man I'm having a mother f**ing ball in this b**h baby) [Verse 3: Mickey Wallace] Calm down Turn up Lean back Get buck Go stupid Act a fool Just don't step on my gat-damn shoes I'm faded That means I'm feeling right b**h don't k** my vibe, step aside They say I'm conceited I say, "I'm confident." Cause even on a bad day I'll pull a bad b**h Oh! I'm on some wide receiver sh** Thats why she threw it to me Oh! Must be related to Cieara Baby got the goodies Oh! Yeah, girl open wide I know ya thirsty And I'm a hit it anyway I want Cause it's my mother-f**ing birthday! [Hook:] [Bridge:]