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PRINCE birthday song – Happy Birthday Prince
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prince
Prince
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Prince
Prince
Songwriter
Samuel Waheed
Samuel Waheed
Composer

Lyrics

Aye I don't think they ready dawg I don't think they ready Happy birthday It's Prince You like laundry you gon fold after that heat to you I had to get this shit myself they ain't gon eat for you Flip the mattress kick the sheets so they don't sleep on you Life is chess you might get checked so keep a piece on you Chungking up the deuce with the pink on you Bitch that's BP, til the deep soil Cooking up the beef with the cheap oil Then blow it all away with this reef blower As a youngin sending bitches was the regular At 15 i was busting dates right through the cellular I ain't tell too many niggas so they can't tell you none But if you need some pussy have my bitches sell you some I cut it out you wasn't gon catch me in no cell or none Ain't smoke no weed ain't pop no xans but i start selling em That shit ain't cool but when you need some food you gon start selling sum This not no game not for no fame no fairy tales or none I popped a pistol, popped her cherry I was like 12 or some Late night Butler Park, 11 or 12 or some Bad nigga fucking shit up ducking 12 was fun Ain't gang banging got at least 12 niggas that'll wet you up But I'll do that shit myself on a lonely mission Use a smifn Rip a nigga body like we in the kitchen No competition when it's pimpin, we don't trip off bitches That mean no simping, no slipping, and definitely no trickin I put the figures in my bag while i'm bagging bitches Can't catch a feeling not even if i was at the dentist Like 23 since 03 I left you all a witness I'm 23 minus 3 and I'm about my business Here's the consensus When you see me there's no fucking blemish More hoes than racket and I'm talking about a fucking tennis I fuck with ratchets and I also like some boujee bitches I need some Daddy what you need real boostin bitches Dumb as fuck doing anything for them dollars huh Growing up I had straight A's i'm like a scholar huh If you a threat you getting popped it ain't no squashing it I'm that nigga but i ain't worried bout being popular I was stomping niggas faces after dropping em She keep my dick in her mouth like a thermometer She swallow all my kids I'm a father huh Kicking hoes out the house like I play soccer huh What you know bout food max, Chimichanga blue packs What you know bout flipping 5 for 10 of them food stamps You the type of nigga bang just to be a cool cat You the type to fight the nigga when you get ya boo snatched Aye this nigga mad he got his boo snatched Would've thought he was a saint when he see me he be like who dat Dis that same young nigga that broke yo boo back She caught a flight to fuck, I beat it up and then she flew back It's cool Kap, she on her knees, got that from you Kap I put in her in stance like she then Center and I'm you Kap I am not her man, I'm just be fucking don't confuse that Superbad Evan nigga go and put that lube back Now I'm on a knee like Kap but shooting dice on it They from the hood until they almost lose they life for it Squad full of bad plumbers we got pipes blowing Tight roping, I ain't talking Adidas but my stripes showing The veins full of hot shit, put some ice on em I got ya girl panties wet put some rice on em Passing bitches to my niggas might say hike for em Niggas be rockin them busted kicks they Like Mike on em Oh shit this is a hit this my type of shit My fingers fucking hurting can't stop typing shit Fuck the phone from the dome so I ain't writing shit Doctor bring the beat back damn I recycled it She call me Prince the plumber cuz i'm always piping it I be stepping in that pussy like a hiking trip Best believe she pop that pussy like a Vichonin And I always beat it up it's like I'm violent She say she need it everyday it's like her vitamins The way I put it in her stomach, I'm her diet shit She give me brain to keep me sane, she my psychiatrist Ain't got no wrinkles in my game it's like I ironed it You got caught you gon singing like a opera huh You can only fuck yo bitches off the vodka huh Yo chain clean what that is, that's that copper huh You ain't make it just cuz you ain't have no papa huh They get wetter when they see me that's aqua huh Must be the dreads off my head I'm like a rasta huh You hit em up they don't hit back that must be awkward huh You know white get me right, I know the doctor huh Bitch I know the doctor Bitch I know the doctor Oh my God Happy Birthday Happy Birthday
Writer(s): Prince Washington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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