Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
It's my motherf*cking birthday n***a
Woah
Ohhh
Woah
Aye
I ain't gonna' die today
Please imma' get the loot
It's real holiday
We can break up all the rules
It's my f*cking birthday
We can eat up all the food
Oh my God my tummy hurts
Mommy can you make me soup?
Imma' buy some f*cking shoes
Throw party at the crib
You know how we f*cking do
Reb3llious' shit is always lit
Ask the homies f*cking too
Baby what the f*ck you mean?
Imma' buy that shit too
Imma' buy what I want
Who gonna' tell me what to do?
Who gonna' tell me how to ride?
Who gonna' tell me how to shoot?
Who gonna' tell me about fashion?
When I been wining best dress since f*cking high school
I don't know about you?
But imma' get my f*cking dough
And F*ck these hoes, ayye
Count my f*cking blessings
Live life real slow, ayye
Eat my f*cking carrots, put some on the ear lob, aye
Eat my f*cking carrots, put some on the ear lob, oh
And I'm getting kinda older
Pockets getting little swoler'
And my girl getting thicker
And Reb3llious' getting bigger
And the team getting richer
And the team getting richer
I ain't gonna' die today
Please imma' get the loot
It's real holiday
We can break up all the rules
It's my f*cking birthday
We can eat up all the food
Oh my God my tummy hurts
Mommy can you make me soup?
Reb3llious - Birthday Lyrics
Reb3llious - Birthday Lyrics
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Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
It's my motherf*cking birthday n***a
Woah
Ohhh
Woah
Aye
I ain't gonna' die today
Please imma' get the loot
It's real holiday
We can break up all the rules
It's my f*cking birthday
We can eat up all the food
Oh my God my tummy hurts
Mommy can you make me soup?
Imma' buy some f*cking shoes
Throw party at the crib
You know how we f*cking do
Reb3llious' shit is always lit
Ask the homies f*cking too
Baby what the f*ck you mean?
Imma' buy that shit too
Imma' buy what I want
Who gonna' tell me what to do?
Who gonna' tell me how to ride?
Who gonna' tell me how to shoot?
Who gonna' tell me about fashion?
When I been wining best dress since f*cking high school
I don't know about you?
But imma' get my f*cking dough
And F*ck these hoes, ayye
Count my f*cking blessings
Live life real slow, ayye
Eat my f*cking carrots, put some on the ear lob, aye
Eat my f*cking carrots, put some on the ear lob, oh
And I'm getting kinda older
Pockets getting little swoler'
And my girl getting thicker
And Reb3llious' getting bigger
And the team getting richer
And the team getting richer
I ain't gonna' die today
Please imma' get the loot
It's real holiday
We can break up all the rules
It's my f*cking birthday
We can eat up all the food
Oh my God my tummy hurts
Mommy can you make me soup?
Woah
Woah
Woah
It's my motherf*cking birthday n***a
Woah
Ohhh
Woah
Aye
I ain't gonna' die today
Please imma' get the loot
It's real holiday
We can break up all the rules
It's my f*cking birthday
We can eat up all the food
Oh my God my tummy hurts
Mommy can you make me soup?
Imma' buy some f*cking shoes
Throw party at the crib
You know how we f*cking do
Reb3llious' shit is always lit
Ask the homies f*cking too
Baby what the f*ck you mean?
Imma' buy that shit too
Imma' buy what I want
Who gonna' tell me what to do?
Who gonna' tell me how to ride?
Who gonna' tell me how to shoot?
Who gonna' tell me about fashion?
When I been wining best dress since f*cking high school
I don't know about you?
But imma' get my f*cking dough
And F*ck these hoes, ayye
Count my f*cking blessings
Live life real slow, ayye
Eat my f*cking carrots, put some on the ear lob, aye
Eat my f*cking carrots, put some on the ear lob, oh
And I'm getting kinda older
Pockets getting little swoler'
And my girl getting thicker
And Reb3llious' getting bigger
And the team getting richer
And the team getting richer
I ain't gonna' die today
Please imma' get the loot
It's real holiday
We can break up all the rules
It's my f*cking birthday
We can eat up all the food
Oh my God my tummy hurts
Mommy can you make me soup?
Writer: Ryan Daniels
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid