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      Daddy's Birthday

      Young Thug

      Album: Beautiful Thugger Girls

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      Young Thug - Daddy's Birthday Música y Letra

      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 no train
      I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight
      
      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, 'cause his birthday 4th of July
      I'm so busy it's making me feel like I'm in and out my kids' lives
      
      OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH
      (I'm the father of 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 pussy
      Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
      Rose gold, my jewelry I'm in and out it too
      Fuck them 'bout it too let them drive it with the few
      
      All this fuckin money, has me switchin [?]
      I'm livin right and they ain't ever read a book
      Chanel vintage, you can put 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)
      
      Red bottoms, I'm at Met-Gala (I'm bout to spaz)
      Ain't playin get [?]
      Two thousand dollars fuck I knew a [?]
      Raw clean, Balmain (let's get it), Vintage swag (vintage hoe), New Celine (just want my glasses)
      Hands dirty watch me turn them clean
      Lil shawty hot, kerosene
      Ima kill by any means
      [?] ching ching
      Ima spray fake with my jeans
      Ima turn up with my team
      New condo on 17 (new condo hoe)
      I turn none to something (I turned nothin to somethin)
      AP match my jeans
      Converse and Mcqueen
      Pedi for my queen
      Gambling, fuck these queens
      [?]
      Private jet livin' (pussy ass nigga)
      Ima go like beam (Ima go)
      New backwoods no strings
      I put ice in my cup
      New pool, no chlorine
      
      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 no train
      I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight
      
      OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH
      New coupe, new shoes
      Red bottoms kicking, yeah I'm flossing on your pussy
      Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
      Rose gold, my jewelry I'm in and out it too
      Fuck them 'bout it too let them drive it with the few

      Young Thug - Daddy's Birthday Música y Letra

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