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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay-Oh
Jay-Oh
Performer
King Killumbia
King Killumbia
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devin Patrick Baltzigar
Devin Patrick Baltzigar
Songwriter
Gomez Christopher Chris
Gomez Christopher Chris
Songwriter
Mark Christopher Hardin Jr.
Mark Christopher Hardin Jr.
Songwriter
Justin Van O'neal
Justin Van O'neal
Songwriter
Franklin Deleanor Jones
Franklin Deleanor Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat Demons
Beat Demons
Producer

Lyrics

Shawty asked me if I fucked her friend, I might of Baby its a playa party all your girls invited Got her face down ass up thats the way she like it Birthday cakes girl I'ma bout to light it up Its your birthday baby let me bite it Cakes Cakes Cakes girl I'ma bout to light it up Its your birthday let me bite it Cakes Cakes Cakes girl I'ma bout to light it up It must be your birthday baby Cuz damn you got cakes cakes cakes Let me be your candle I'ma light that ass up and each chick my DNA I'ma blow your back out like I'm your biggest fan Taxi backseat she strippin' like a horror flick She think she won the lotto, but she won a lotta dick You was with her but I walked in now that's nacho bitch I got so much cheese, I need nacho chips Dippin' and droppin', shake it if you got it She buss it with no hands must be listenin' to Waka The way they make her nose ran She must be dippin' in the product Feels like I'm pimpin' pimples All these bad bitches poppin' up Shawty asked me if I fucked her friend, I might of Baby its a playa party all your girls invited Got her face down ass up thats the way she like it Birthday cakes girl I'ma bout to light it up Its your birthday baby let me bite it Cakes Cakes Cakes girl I'ma bout to light it up Its your birthday let me bite it Cakes Cakes Cakes girl I'ma bout to light it up She a certified freak wit some ass on it When we in the club throw a stack on it She got billion dollar coochi, throw the cash on it When she back it up on me, I'ma grab on it The way she make it bounce, Im'a latch on it I'ma take you to the mall blow a bag on it Hop into the whip hit the gas on her Go and make a flip, hit the dab on her When I'm in the city you know I be wit a bad bitch Birthday suit baby girl got passion We be with the baddest all these other girls be slackin' Shawty asked me if I fucked her friend, I might of Baby its a playa party all your girls invited Got her face down ass up thats the way she like it Birthday cakes girl I'ma bout to light it up Its your birthday baby let me bite it Cakes Cakes Cakes girl I'ma bout to light it up Its your birthday let me bite it Cakes Cakes Cakes girl I'ma bout to light it up I came to ball I got money to spend Its her birthday she out drinkin' with her friends I'ma Gamecock this rooster scoopin' for some hens And I can't stop unless I'm leavin' wit a 10 Hated by many loved by few King K all day baby they can't do it like I do Little rooty toot booty ripe like juicy fruit Damn her body fine, make me wanna reproduce Just left the bar, now we in the backseat She playin' with my dick while I'm squeezin' on her ass cheeks Whose her friend? Oh the girl I had last week Lord I'm gonna sin cuz her whole team Freek-A-Leek's Shawty asked me if I fucked her friend, I might of Baby its a playa party all your girls invited Got her face down ass up thats the way she like it Birthday cakes girl I'ma bout to light it up Its your birthday baby let me bite it Cakes Cakes Cakes girl I'ma bout to light it up Its your birthday let me bite it Cakes Cakes Cakes girl I'ma bout to light it up
Writer(s): Devin Patrick Baltzigar, Franklin Deleanor Jones, Gomez Christopher Chris, Justin Van O'neal, Mark Christopher Hardin Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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