Young Thug - Daddy's Birthday lyrics

Daddy's Birthday lyrics

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[Chorus] Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain I must've taught myself a million things I'm out the trap I can sell anything I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe's dream I pray my daughter never ever experience ODing I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight [Verse 1] Yeah, bae I'm flexing, extension Brand new Rarri, Smith and Wesson Made myself ballin, hold my credit card Speaking of credit, they all owe me, I got credit, yuh Mmmm, V12, y'all ain't ready dog Trapping beats I'm like hurry up and buy Extra draco for my pops, it's his birthday f** what you like I'm so busy it's making me feel like I'm in and out my kids' lives OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH My father had six babies, you know what I'm sayin? New coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand new shoes) Red bottoms kicking, yeah I'm flossing on your p**y Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit Rose gold, my j**elry I'm in and out it too f** them 'bout it too let them drive it with the few All this f**in money, [???] I'm livin right and they ain't [???] Chanel vintage, you buy it on the books The way I whip that pot, they charging me with cruelty Don't try to stop me, don't you try to knock me You see me got these crackers in the back You gotta forgive my heart, I don't mean to stunt like that (I don't mean to do that to you you know what I'm sayin) [Verse 2] Red bottoms, [?] (I'm bout to spaz) Ain't playin get [?] Two thousand dollars f** I knew a [?] [?] Raw clean, Balmain (lets get it), Vintage swag (vintage hoe), New Celine (just want my gla**es) Hands dirty watch me turn them clean Lil shawty hot, kerosene Ima k** by any means [?] ching ching Ima spray fake with my jeans Ima turn up with my team New condo [?] (new condo hoe) I turn none to something (I turned nothin to somethin) AP match my jeans Converse and Mcqueen Pedi for my queen [?] f** these queens [?] [?] (p**y a** n***a) Ima go like beam (Ima go) New backwoods no strings I put ice in my cup New pool, no chlorine [Chorus] Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain I must've taught myself a million things I'm out the trap I can sell anything I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe's dream I pray my daughter never ever experience ODing I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight Ooooohhhh New coupe, new shoes Red bottoms kicking, yeah I'm flossing on your p**y Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit Rose gold, my j**elry I'm in and out it too f** them 'bout it too let them drive it with the few

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