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Bday Cake
7,192
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bday Cake was released on June 17, 2018 by Black Circle / EMPIRE as a part of the album 6 Hours 2
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Release DateJune 17, 2018
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Walk in this bitch with a bag of some birthday cake
Who finna buy it
You not with this shit, shut your mouth and be quiet
**** tried kick my door, I'ma shoot through that shit
Whippin' the 'vert on some Uzi shit
FN it came with an extra clip, quit all that extra shit
**** and pussy, I smell that estrogen
Burnin' these Skittles, I'm tasting the rainbow
[Verse 2]
This shit just harvested, it's 'bout a day old
93 octane inside of a jar
Diamondback AR dismantle your car
FN Five-seveN disfigure your face
Smokin' grade A 'cause I'm lovin' the taste
Big yellow foreign and let my bitch whip it
Power to CPN made me a fifty
Go down to Memphis and smoke with a Grizzly
Drippin' Balmains, I ain't rockin' no Dickies
Sell a bag out the 'Vette like a sink with a stopper
She's soakin' and wet
Fendi flip flops when I step on a jet
Hold a lil' **** in the air by his neck
Gotta check like a question correct on a test
Fifty exotic sent USPS
Man up, lil ****, get punched in the chest
Switch up my apartment, I burned the address
12 kicked the door in, that shit was intense
Gorilla glue seep through the house in the vents
Go to the grow, fill that shit up to the ten
Freestyle this shit, I don't need me a pen
Shout out my **** who shot in the pen
King of the jungle, I hang in the den
She kind of salty 'cause I fucked her friend
[Verse 3]
Walk in the bitch with a bag of biscotti like who tryna purchase
Get shot in the face if you're makin' me nervous
Then go to trial, and I'm beatin' a murder
If that bitch ain't bad then I'm probably gon' curve her
Burnin' on pressure that you never heard of
These Christian Loub' clean but my money is dirty
Don't call my phone unless you buyin' like thirty
Wrong address I be closin' the curtains
Lil' mama say that she feelin' my turban
When I hit the road, I be riding in Burbans
[Verse 4]
Walk in the bitch with a bag of some birthday cake
Who finna buy it
If you not with this shit, shut your mouth and be quiet
**** tried kick my door, I'ma shoot through that shit
Whippin' the 'vert on some Uzi shit
FN it came with an extra clip, quit all that extra shit
**** said pussy, I smell the estrogen
Burnin' these Skittles, I'm tasting the rainbow
Written by: Bolurin Ojofeitimi, Unknown Unknown
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