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Tory Lanez – BDay Lyrics

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[Intro]

When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

[Verse 1]

When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy

TikTok, big Glock, big Glizzy

I’ma ball, I was broke for every BDay

Get the money, spend it with my niggas each way

I be pimpin’ these hoes, no, it ain’t easy

When I cash out the stack, I’m glitchy

Bitch I’m blowin’ money fast like Meech, ayy

Still I wear the same sweats for like three days

Give a fuck ’bout these hoes, I gotta eat, yeah

I got places to go, people to meet, yeah

I be duckin’ these fuck niggas and the leechers

Niggas cheatin’ thеse blogs, how they be rеachin’

Roll my reefers in [?], bitch I be chiefin’

I hate to seem like a boss, they know I’m glitchin’

Ayy, ayy, bitch, I’m glitchin’

They out here ridin’ the wave, they in the deep end

I call her for some shorty, she and her three friends

I’m dippin’ off in a Rolls

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They call me three hundred thousand, baby, I’m livin’ large, yeah

Pre-own the houses, baby, I’m thinkin’ smart, yeah

She wanna pull up ’cause she know I keep it G.I. Joe to decease, I’m glitch, I know, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy

Knowin’ that you pussy niggas couldn’t see me

It ain’t promised so you gotta live it each day

So I gotta fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Can’t nobody tell me nothin’, it’s my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy


Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay

[Post-Chorus/Bridge]

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

[Verse 2]

In the grocery shoppin’ lookin’ like CJ

Wholesale with a pound like DJ

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Nigga fuckin’ with my money, he catchin’ three fade

That nigga play with me funny, I give him three days

Real talk, motherfucker I’m glitchin’, yeah

Tell a broke nigga straight, “Stop leechin’”

Down in Miami, the Bentley on the highway

I feel like Fetty, I seen the girl swingin’ my way

Momma gobblin’, wobblin’ on the [?]

That toppy feelin’ [?] when she slide

She dropped an ice cube on it like Friday

Lil’ mama price too, too, too high, bae

If you really with the gang, then you gon’ sign in

VVS’s in my chain, them bitches blindin’

Twenty thousand in the stand, bitch, can you find ’em?

Niggas they don’t understand, bitch, I’m a grinder

Hustlin’ knives, big duffle of cash

My money is stashed, the police comin’, shit I’m duckin’ and dashin’

From the twenty, the thirty, baby, shit [?] the cash

Prayin’ that you fake niggas never last like that, ayy

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[Chorus]

When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy

Knowin’ that you pussy niggas couldn’t see me

It ain’t promised so you gotta live it each day

So I gotta fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Can’t nobody tell me nothin’, it’s my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay


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