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stuck her up on the wall like a poster
Then I told her
Let me show you something you won't forget
Just hold me by the neck
And I'll pick you up by
Go, go, go, go go, go, go, shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know
And the way you would've laughed and talked fast or slow.
I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen.
Happy birthday, I love you whoever you would've
Jeremih (yeah)
Chega aí vai
Ai

Se você quer, então toma
Chega mais e soma
Sente o meu aroma
Vem que a noite é nossa
A gente vai se acabar
you into taking drugs 
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love 
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
When I pull out up front, you see
brother with no date, of expiration
On this fate on the mic, them birthday keep coming
I'm hated on by niggas I love most
So what threat could you
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know
Angry, very mutha fucking angry
Over and over and over and over again
Same set list same beat same tempo
Same 1980s compilation

Lift up your bony
flash your hips and I'm going by 
I think somebody put sex in the wine 
Cause I'm going down 
I'm hangin' in 
I'm headed under, yeah 

Take my car,
taking drugs 
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love 
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed 

When I pull out up front, you see
taking drugs 
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love 
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed 

When I pull out up front, you see
whose truthfulness you doubt a bit. 
But by and large we are a marvelous sex! 
Why can't a woman take after like a man? 
Cause men are so friendly,
her hope in me
Girl, Valentine day will be like everyday
And birthdays will came around like everyday
By now I'm starting to built her hope (starting
up
For tryin' to double-cross the boss up
I move in silence
In a world that contains, much much violence

Sex and drugs, hoods and thugs
F.B.I.
we both going somewhere? 
Step right up young lady -- Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not

Senile 
And we see the symptoms there in your
, probably flying to Jamaica
On my birthday gettin' my cake up
You dudes Hollywood, say what?
I call you virtual sex, you fake fucks
I don't think you want
pottery frogs
And teddy beaars dressed in cammo fatigues
The Hitler poster by the Christmas tree
Save me, Tipper
They're blasting Bon Jovi at me
At me
Into the chorus never notice there's a song
And the ones who seem to hear it end up tortured 
By the chords when they fail to find
A way to sing
Kojak 

Grip the mic till my hand get calloused 
And I'll tell you like Ralph Kramden told Alice
"Bang, zoom!" 

It's up, up and away 

Grand Puba
the angry tempo
Load the clip, let's take a trip
You tried to flip - my blade terminated his lips
Sucka; that's why you're tossed up
for tryin to double-cross
put up with constant harassment by greedy landlords
Who want to throw them out for higher rents
These rich slum lords go to ruthless extremes to evict
that ***
But don't bite me, *** I don't play that ***

Marques Houston, I don't play that ***
By the time we got half way through watchin' 'Ray', I
20th birthday, he married his first lay
A careless, young airhead, who shared sex in her bed spread
Anywhere she found a spare bed
Who would dare wed
break
Baby, you got skills
Uh so step right up and let the R. Get a feel
I wanna see you dance to a mid tempo
You can stroke your body and make it look so
to the old school
Girl my body's callin' you
Ain't nothin' on this planet rob won't do for you
I'm a pick you up in my Phantom Babe
Hit the club and go