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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Chose
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Payne
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ain't that DJ Chose over there? (Happy Birthday)
Mmm, looks like DJ Chose (Ay, it's my birthday)
Ooh, hey, is it your birthday?
Ooh, ooh, wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?
[Verse 2]
Birthday, ooh
You look twenty-two, in your birthday suit
You look like food (Ooh)
Ass in the back (Back)
Look at how it move (Move)
If you throw it back (Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it)
I know what to do
[Verse 3]
She must be a Sag (Sag)
She got a lot of ass (Ass)
You must be a Leo (Leo)
My lil' loyal ass freak hoe (Freak hoe)
You must be a Cancer (Cancer)
Shake it like a dancer
You must be a Gemini
You ain't got no manners (Buss)
[Verse 4]
Happy fucking birthday
Hey, kill 'em hoes, do 'em in the worst way
Head down, yeah, you gon' have to work today
It's your-it's your-it's your fucking birthday
[Verse 5]
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, you must be a Libra (A Libra)
And she got that water-water, she must be a keeper (A keeper)
Aquarius got two sides, she must be a zebra (Skrrt)
She ain't got no act right but you know I'm a teach her (Okay)
[Verse 6]
She say she the pussy fairy
She must be a Aries
Taste just like cherries
Is she thick? Very
[Verse 7]
Oh, I think she like me
She must be a Pisces
Got to have her own money 'cause her neck icy
[Verse 8]
She a Capricorn, a Capricorn (Brrt)
She might be a Virgo 'cause she ain't a broke ho, yeah
I think she a Taurus
Oh, she a Taurus
Shorty got that water, Honduras
[Verse 9]
Birthday, ooh
You look twenty-two, in your birthday suit
You look like food (Ooh)
Ass in the back (Back)
Look at how it move (Move)
If you throw it back (Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it)
I know what to do
[Verse 10]
She must be a Sag (Sag)
She got a lot of ass (Ass)
You must be a Leo (Leo)
My lil' loyal ass freak hoe (Freak hoe)
You must be a Cancer (Cancer)
Shake it like a dancer
You must be a Gemini
You ain't got no manners (Buss)
[Verse 11]
Happy fucking birthday
Hey, kill 'em hoes, do 'em in the worst way
Head down, yeah, you gon' have to work today
It's your-it's your-it's your fucking birthday
[Verse 12]
Yeah, what you turn, I just turned rich, ay
Age ain't a number, I could ice your whole wrist
If I shoot my shot, baby, I ain't finna miss (Swish)
If I hold it down, baby, tell me would you switch
[Verse 13]
'Cause I need something solid (Solid)
Tell me, can you ride it? (Skrrt)
Treat me like Atlanta, backroom up at Follies
Shorty had that good head, I put her through college
Shorty got that good head, I call her for knowledge (Brrr)
[Verse 14]
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, you must be a Libra
And she got that water-water, she must be a keeper
Ay, Scorpios got two sides, she a rider and a eater
But if you don't keep it loyal, she delete ya', nice to meet ya'
[Verse 15]
Birthday, ooh
You look twenty-two, in your birthday suit
You look like food (Ooh)
Ass in the back (Back)
Look at how it move (Move)
If you throw it back (Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it)
I know what to do
[Verse 16]
She must be a Sag (Sag)
She got a lot of ass (Ass)
You must be a Leo (Leo)
My lil' loyal ass freak hoe (Freak hoe)
You must be a Cancer (Cancer)
Shake it like a dancer
You must be a Gemini
You ain't got no manners (Buss)
[Verse 17]
Happy fucking birthday
Hey, kill 'em hoes, do 'em in the worst way
Head down, yeah, you gon' have to work today
It's your-it's your-it's your fucking birthday
[Verse 18]
Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Mmm, looks like DJ Chose
Written by: Norman Payne