Prince4BP - Happy Birthday Lyrics

Lyrics Happy Birthday - Prince4BP



Aye I don′t think they ready dawg
I don't think they ready
Happy birthday
It′s Prince
You like laundry you gon fold after that heat to you
I had to get this shit myself they ain't gon eat for you
Flip the mattress kick the sheets so they don't sleep on you
Life is chess you might get checked so keep a piece on you
Chungking up the deuce with the pink on you
Bitch that′s BP, til the deep soil
Cooking up the beef with the cheap oil
Then blow it all away with this reef blower
As a youngin sending bitches was the regular
At 15 i was busting dates right through the cellular
I ain′t tell too many niggas so they can't tell you none
But if you need some pussy have my bitches sell you some
I cut it out you wasn′t gon catch me in no cell or none
Ain't smoke no weed ain′t pop no xans but i start selling em
That shit ain't cool but when you need some food you gon start selling sum
This not no game not for no fame no fairy tales or none
I popped a pistol, popped her cherry I was like 12 or some
Late night Butler Park, 11 or 12 or some
Bad nigga fucking shit up ducking 12 was fun
Ain′t gang banging got at least 12 niggas that'll wet you up
But I'll do that shit myself on a lonely mission
Use a smifn
Rip a nigga body like we in the kitchen
No competition when it′s pimpin, we don′t trip off bitches
That mean no simping, no slipping, and definitely no trickin
I put the figures in my bag while i'm bagging bitches
Can′t catch a feeling not even if i was at the dentist
Like 23 since 03 I left you all a witness
I'm 23 minus 3 and I′m about my business
Here's the consensus
When you see me there′s no fucking blemish
More hoes than racket and I'm talking about a fucking tennis
I fuck with ratchets and I also like some boujee bitches
I need some Daddy what you need real boostin bitches
Dumb as fuck doing anything for them dollars huh
Growing up I had straight A's i′m like a scholar huh
If you a threat you getting popped it ain′t no squashing it
I'm that nigga but i ain′t worried bout being popular
I was stomping niggas faces after dropping em
She keep my dick in her mouth like a thermometer
She swallow all my kids I'm a father huh
Kicking hoes out the house like I play soccer huh
What you know bout food max, Chimichanga blue packs
What you know bout flipping 5 for 10 of them food stamps
You the type of nigga bang just to be a cool cat
You the type to fight the nigga when you get ya boo snatched
Aye this nigga mad he got his boo snatched
Would′ve thought he was a saint when he see me he be like who dat
Dis that same young nigga that broke yo boo back
She caught a flight to fuck, I beat it up and then she flew back
It's cool Kap, she on her knees, got that from you Kap
I put in her in stance like she then Center and I′m you Kap
I am not her man, I'm just be fucking don't confuse that
Superbad Evan nigga go and put that lube back
Now I′m on a knee like Kap but shooting dice on it
They from the hood until they almost lose they life for it
Squad full of bad plumbers we got pipes blowing
Tight roping, I ain′t talking Adidas but my stripes showing
The veins full of hot shit, put some ice on em
I got ya girl panties wet put some rice on em
Passing bitches to my niggas might say hike for em
Niggas be rockin them busted kicks they Like Mike on em
Oh shit this is a hit this my type of shit
My fingers fucking hurting can't stop typing shit
Fuck the phone from the dome so I ain′t writing shit
Doctor bring the beat back damn I recycled it
She call me Prince the plumber cuz i'm always piping it
I be stepping in that pussy like a hiking trip
Best believe she pop that pussy like a Vichonin
And I always beat it up it′s like I'm violent
She say she need it everyday it′s like her vitamins
The way I put it in her stomach, I'm her diet shit
She give me brain to keep me sane, she my psychiatrist
Ain't got no wrinkles in my game it′s like I ironed it
You got caught you gon singing like a opera huh
You can only fuck yo bitches off the vodka huh
Yo chain clean what that is, that′s that copper huh
You ain't make it just cuz you ain′t have no papa huh
They get wetter when they see me that's aqua huh
Must be the dreads off my head I′m like a rasta huh
You hit em up they don't hit back that must be awkward huh
You know white get me right, I know the doctor huh
Bitch I know the doctor
Bitch I know the doctor
Oh my God
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday



Writer(s): Prince Washington


Prince4BP - So Serious?
Album So Serious?
date of release
10-08-2019



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