Letra de BDay - Tory Lanez

When I drop, nigga, I'ma drop easy

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

When I drop, nigga, I'ma drop easy

TikTok, big Glock, big bleezy

I'ma ball, I was broke for every B-day

Get the money, split it with my niggas each way

I be pimpin' these hoes, no, it ain't easy

When I cash out a stack, I'm gleechy

Bitch I'm blowin' money fast like Meech, ayy

Still I wear the same sweats for like three days

Give a fuck 'bout these hoes, I gotta eat, yeah

I got places to go, people to meet, yeah

I be duckin' these fuck niggas and the leechers

Niggas cheatin' these blogs, how they be reachin'

Roll my reefer in logs, bitch, I be chiefin'

I hate to seem like a boss, they know I'm gleech, yeah

Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm gleech, yeah

They out here ridin' the wave, they in the deep end

I call her four some shorty, she and her three friends

I'm dippin' off in a Rolls

They call me three hundred thousand, baby, I'm livin' large, yeah

Pre-ownin' houses, baby, I'm thinkin' smart, yeah

She wanna pull up 'cause she know I keep it G.I. Joe to deceased, I'm gleech, I know, yeah, yeah

When I drop, nigga, I'ma drop easy

Knowin' that you pussy niggas couldn't see me

It ain't promised so you gotta live it each day

So I gotta fuck it up for my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Can't nobody tell me nothin', it my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my B-day

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

In the Grove, shoppin', lookin' like CJ

Wholesale with the pound like BJ

Nigga fuck with my money, he catchin' three fade

That nigga play with me funny, I give him three days

Real talk, motherfucker, I'm gleech, yeah

Tell a bum-nigga straight, "Stop leechin'"

Down in Miami, the Bentley on the highway

I feel like Fetty, I seen the girl swingin' my way

Mama gobblin', wobblin', wanna vibrate

That toppy feelin' metropolis when she slide, bae

She dropped an ice cube on it like Friday

Lil' mama price too, too, too high, bae

If you really with the gang, then you gon' sign in

VVS's in my chain, them bitches blindin'

Twenty thousand in the stand, bitch, can you find 'em?

Niggas, they don't understand, bitch, I'm a grinder

Hustlin' knives, big duffle of cash

My money is stashed, the police comin', shit, I'm duckin' and dashin'

From the twenty, the thirty, baby, shit a bucket of cash

Prayin' that you fake niggas never last like that, ayy

When I drop, nigga, I'ma drop easy

Knowin' that you pussy niggas couldn't see me

It ain't promised so you gotta live it each day

So I gotta fuck it up for my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Can't nobody tell me nothin', it my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my B-day, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my B-day

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