Birthday

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Rick Ross

William Leonard Roberts II (born January 28, 1976), better known by his stage name Rick Ross (often stylized as RICK RO$$), is an American rapper. Ross founded the record label Maybach Music Group, on which he released his studio albums Deeper Than Rap (2009) and Teflon Don (2010). Ross was also th… more »

God Forgives I Don't, Gold
 MMG Tour, Leave the money on the scale 
How real is dat?

Its been a minute since I been to church  Psalm 27, can I spit a verse 
Prayin' on the weak, I should send some flowers 
I'm layin' in the sheets, I'm well endowed 

Time to get the money Steve Forbes got
Im slowly climbin' up to Lyor spot
Net worth nigga hoes love to google me
 Heavy jewellery, swimmin' trunks on Laguna beach
 Condo on Park Ave, The mansion in Boca
20 bedrooms, My shit bigger than Oprah's
 Dreams and Nightmares, Yeah I'm still havin' those 
Side effects for niggas livin' like animals  Tequila cupcake for a Kingpin  Black Bar Mitzvah niggas ain't seen shit
 Obama Fundraiser, All Dope boys
Blow ya candle out so on and so forth 
Boyz in da Hood, nigga game ain't change 
I done made love wearin' eight chains
 Death to my enemies, tattoo all of my memories 
Use the project ground for my assemblies 
I respect the tenant, don't step on my tennis  Follow chain and command, Gunplay my lieutenant 

They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio 
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die, bury me inside the Louis store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho

She got a big booty so I call her Big Booty 
Scrr..Scrr.. Wrists moving, cookin' to it
I'm in the kitchen, yams everywhere 
Just made a juug, I got bands everywhere
You the realest nigga breathin' if I hold my breath 
Referee, with the whistle, brrrrrt! hold his tech
 Extendo clip, extendo roll
When your girl leave me she need a hair salon 
Hair weave killer goin' on a trapathon 
See I done had more bombs than Pakistan 
Dope bomb, dro bomb, and a pill bomb
See nigga, I'm ballin', you in will call
When I die, bury me inside the jewelry store
When I die, bury me inside the Truey store
True to my religion, 2 everything I'm too different 
So when I die, bury me next to 2 bitches 

They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio 
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die, bury me inside the Louis store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho

Ah, Yeezy Yeezy how you do it huh?
It's my birthday, I deserve to be greedy huh?
She holding out, she ain't givin' to the needy huh?
You go downstairs and fall asleep with the T.V. on
Ya'll been together ten years, you deserve a menage 
'Specially if you put that BMW in the garage 
'Specially if you paid a couple payments on her mamma crib
Went to her niece's graduation, man, I hate those kids
Last birthday, she got you a new sweater 
Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her, "Do better"
She said, "How 'bout I get you jewellery from the West End?"
How 'bout she hit the Weston and get her best friend?
I'm jokin', I'm just serious, I asked her
Don't be actin' like no actress, if we preachin' then we practice 
Don't be reachin', don't be touchin' shit
We in Kanye West's Benz
 Cause I will turn you back to a pedestrian 

They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio 
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die, bury me inside the Louis store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho

It's your birthday, it's your birthday 
Bad bitch contest, you in first place
You in first place, you in first place
Bad bitch contest, you in first place
I show up with a check to your work place 
(Then hand the valet the keys to the Merces)
Tell the DJ play your song, this shit come on
(What I'm seein' from the back I can't front on)
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
When I die, bury me inside the booty club
Get it girl, get it girl, get it get it girl
I might switch it up and get you girl

They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio 
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die, bury me inside the Louis store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho

 Deuce and Ye
We like Snoop and Dre
Isn't this your birthday, baby?
You deserve a coupe today

(You in first place, you in first place)
(Bad bitch contest you in first place!)

Written by: Sean Combs, WIlliam Roberts

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