Music Video

It's My Freakin' Bday
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khayla Gale
Khayla Gale
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mastered by Colin Leonard at SING Mastering
Mastered by Colin Leonard at SING Mastering
Mastering Engineer
BarbarianBeats
BarbarianBeats
Producer

Lyrics

Hey, hold up I ain't ready You got all up in the way Now you tryna rush me Go, go suck it up and wait I got all this jewelry Imma pull up to the place Looking like a movie It's my birthday I came to slay Clear up the floor I need some space Who say? What he say He want some cake Too bad, so sad He has to wait Been hitting them runways, I was six Can't tell me nothing, you full of shit Stay on my A game all the time Make it look easy, barely trying While dressed up to the nines You never met one quite like I We on different levels, I'm so fly It's in the script, you can't deny Clear up the dance floor It's my freakin' birthday I came to slay Clear up the dance floor It's my freakin' birthday I came to slay What's up? What's good How you been? Okay Enough small talking I'm bored already I need one more bottle of Champagne It's lit, now we lit, let's celebrate Me, my girls in Sequin, iridescent yeah we shining Don't play yourself, staring, look too hard it can be blinding Spotlight on me all night, I can't say I do not like it It's my birthday, birthday tonight you can't catch me not smiling I'm wilin' Everywhere I walk is decked out in diamonds You can't even talk, you stun... stunned in silence If you play your cards right, you can join my island Iced out and styling Give me this ooh, gimme that Stamp the deal, contract Profit in my forecast There is nothing that I lack Huh Just stating facts Counting racks Just stating facts Been hitting them runways, I was six Can't tell me nothing, you full of shit Stay on my A game all the time Make it look easy, barely trying While dressed up to the nines You never met one quite like I We on different levels, I'm so fly It's in the script, you can't deny Clear up the dance floor It's my freakin' birthday I came to slay Clear up the dance floor It's my freakin' birthday I came to slay Been hitting them runways, I was six Can't tell me nothing, you full of shit Stay on my A game all the time Make it look easy, barely trying While dressed up to the nines You never met one quite like I We on different levels, I'm so fly It's in the script, you can't deny It's my freakin' birthday, I came to slay It's my freakin' birthday, I came to slay It's my freakin' birthday, I came to slay, slay, slay
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