We gon' turn up, cause it's our birthday
We gon' turn up, cause it's our birthday
Man, it's your day, it's your day, it's your birthday
It's time to celebrate, you ask her what she want, she say she don't wanna, but hella paper big girl trips outside the country, she tryna wake up in Jamaica
I turned her to a spoiled brat, know she done with that nigga
Her ex, he can't afford a bag, recording snaps, she's sittin' super pretty, I've been traffic
Vials on her nose, I got the BB belt to match it
Classic bag, Chanel, but in the inside, it's a ratchet
Listenin' to this song, she tryna find the perfect caption
She wants some of this shake too, baby, turn around and show me what your mama gave you
Tryna see if you can drop it lower than the bass do
Baby, focus, focus, baby, you know that you ate too
Huh, you know you a 10
Funny how it was your birthday, but you really the gift
How the f*ck they pissed at you, cause you really the shit 30 inches bust down, went glueless with the wig
Tell them stop callin' you twin, cause they can't do the shit you did
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, we gon turn up, cause it's your birthday
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, it's your day, it's your birthday
Cause we gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, we gon turn up, cause it's your birthday
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, meh, it's your day, it's your day
We gon always do our thing, we gon turn it up for you
But you gotta trust me, f*ck them bitches, what we gon do
This is how I get my ways, give her bank, that's what I'm gon do
Yeah, she look good on a gram, double tapping, girl, I want you
Now she on a snap, now she got it like that, oh
She can make it clap, she can split it, throw it back, oh
She gon run them bands, throwing down with no hands
Feeling on my pants, I might go and take a chance
Shorty wanna dance, baby, show me how you get it, don't you tell your friends
We gon run it, run it up, like the running man
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, we gon turn up, cause it's your birthday
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, we gon turn up, it's your birthday
We gon turn up, it's your birthday, we gon turn up, it's your birthday
It's your birthday
It's your birthday
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English
We gon' turn up, cause it's our birthday
We gon' turn up, cause it's our birthday
Man, it's your day, it's your day, it's your birthday
It's time to celebrate, you ask her what she want, she say she don't wanna, but hella paper big girl trips outside the country, she tryna wake up in Jamaica
I turned her to a spoiled brat, know she done with that nigga
Her ex, he can't afford a bag, recording snaps, she's sittin' super pretty, I've been traffic
Vials on her nose, I got the BB belt to match it
Classic bag, Chanel, but in the inside, it's a ratchet
Listenin' to this song, she tryna find the perfect caption
She wants some of this shake too, baby, turn around and show me what your mama gave you
Tryna see if you can drop it lower than the bass do
Baby, focus, focus, baby, you know that you ate too
Huh, you know you a 10
Funny how it was your birthday, but you really the gift
How the f*ck they pissed at you, cause you really the shit 30 inches bust down, went glueless with the wig
Tell them stop callin' you twin, cause they can't do the shit you did
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, we gon turn up, cause it's your birthday
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, it's your day, it's your birthday
Cause we gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, we gon turn up, cause it's your birthday
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, meh, it's your day, it's your day
We gon always do our thing, we gon turn it up for you
But you gotta trust me, f*ck them bitches, what we gon do
This is how I get my ways, give her bank, that's what I'm gon do
Yeah, she look good on a gram, double tapping, girl, I want you
Now she on a snap, now she got it like that, oh
She can make it clap, she can split it, throw it back, oh
She gon run them bands, throwing down with no hands
Feeling on my pants, I might go and take a chance
Shorty wanna dance, baby, show me how you get it, don't you tell your friends
We gon run it, run it up, like the running man
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, we gon turn up, cause it's your birthday
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, we gon turn up, it's your birthday
We gon turn up, it's your birthday, we gon turn up, it's your birthday
It's your birthday
It's your birthday
We gon' turn up, cause it's our birthday
Man, it's your day, it's your day, it's your birthday
It's time to celebrate, you ask her what she want, she say she don't wanna, but hella paper big girl trips outside the country, she tryna wake up in Jamaica
I turned her to a spoiled brat, know she done with that nigga
Her ex, he can't afford a bag, recording snaps, she's sittin' super pretty, I've been traffic
Vials on her nose, I got the BB belt to match it
Classic bag, Chanel, but in the inside, it's a ratchet
Listenin' to this song, she tryna find the perfect caption
She wants some of this shake too, baby, turn around and show me what your mama gave you
Tryna see if you can drop it lower than the bass do
Baby, focus, focus, baby, you know that you ate too
Huh, you know you a 10
Funny how it was your birthday, but you really the gift
How the f*ck they pissed at you, cause you really the shit 30 inches bust down, went glueless with the wig
Tell them stop callin' you twin, cause they can't do the shit you did
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, we gon turn up, cause it's your birthday
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, it's your day, it's your birthday
Cause we gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, we gon turn up, cause it's your birthday
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, meh, it's your day, it's your day
We gon always do our thing, we gon turn it up for you
But you gotta trust me, f*ck them bitches, what we gon do
This is how I get my ways, give her bank, that's what I'm gon do
Yeah, she look good on a gram, double tapping, girl, I want you
Now she on a snap, now she got it like that, oh
She can make it clap, she can split it, throw it back, oh
She gon run them bands, throwing down with no hands
Feeling on my pants, I might go and take a chance
Shorty wanna dance, baby, show me how you get it, don't you tell your friends
We gon run it, run it up, like the running man
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, we gon turn up, cause it's your birthday
We gon turn up, cause it's your birthday, we gon turn up, it's your birthday
We gon turn up, it's your birthday, we gon turn up, it's your birthday
It's your birthday
It's your birthday
Writer: Aveohn Lee
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid