friday-session, 21 bitches
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go Jah-keem, it's my birthday
I'm gonna' party like it's my birthday
I'm gon' drink bar drinks like it's my birthday
And I don't really give a fuck 'cause it's my birthday!
You find me in a pub, bottles full of Bud'
Look homie I got the strength to put you in the mud
I'm in to braggin' texts, ain't into takin' drugs
We all gettin' drunk, come in if you in to gettin fuucked
When I pull up out front, all ya' see is crisp sneakers
Well I've rolled 21 years, still ain't into spit in speakers
My life's filled with silly features, I'm into witty comments
Fuck yo' bitch and leave, uterous leekin', fuck's a guilty conscious?
'Cause with friends like Hwa, I ought be gettin' comments
And threads filled with props, shit, guess I'm stuck gettin' nothing
Watch how I move you mistake me for 1337, player or geek
But I could earn more cream one week on computers than you make in a year
Nuff said... shie, since noone says an'thing, spex, happy birthday!
Sunday'll be another crappy burf day that'll actually be worth it
I'll holla back anoth' day, chea
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