Текст песни Birthday - H2h

Sweater weather, drinks cold and my fit hot
Need a Lucia, cruise the coast in a Fiat
Butter chicken down the hatch with my feet up
We in them places they could never even dream of
It's just the homegirls, ain't no real vibes left
Used to be the sweetest thing, shout to Wyclef
Now she wanna go up, that's the mindset
That's okay with me, leave it in the past tense, huh
Cup strong, call it Bobby Lashley
Sorry I forgot your name
Tiffany or Ashley?
Under bright lights, promise I won't get no sleep
Like the way that you designed, so you know I had to speak on it
Cadillac body, had a surgeon put some Ds on it
I like A, B, Cs, yeah, they all goddess
You know I'm drama-free baby, I promise
But let your ex know that he ain't invited

It's your birthday
We gone party
But your boo is acting up in the worst way
Who the hell invited them?
Ban them to the shadow realm
It's your birthday
It's a great day
So, forget the bad times and the melees
Bottles of the Chardonnay
All our problems far away
They far away

Let me catch my breath
I hope your birthday special
I hope the good Lord bless you
I hope a hater don't stress you
Wait, can I flex too? (Yah!)
It's not even my birthday and I feel like a boss
Caught it when I wasn't looking, feel like Randy Moss
Rumor is she got that water, yeah, she got (You got it)
Take her shop (You got it)
On my jock (You got it)
Which bag will I hop in off the scotch?
Hope it's one where I still see the plot
If I like her, I take her to the Korean spot
If I love her, we going to the halal truck
Hulked up, Hpnotiq with the Henny, damn
Bulked up, now she rub me like a genie lamp
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's your birthday, hands in the air

Hands in the air
Hands in the air
Hands in the air
Hand, hands in the air
Hands in the air
Hands in the air
Hands in the air
Hand, hands in the air
Bright lights, promise I won't get no sleep
Bright, bright, bright lights, promise I won't get no sleep
Bright, bright lights, promise I won't get no sleep
Bright, bright, b-bright, bright
Lights, lights, lights

It's your birthday
We gone party
But your boo is acting up in the worst way
Who the hell invited them?
Ban them to the shadow realm
It's your birthday
It's a great day
So, forget the bad times and the melees
Bottles of the Chardonnay
All our problems far away
They far away