Correction Lyrics Birthday b*tch by Haiti Babii

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Baby don't cry, baby just wipe your eyes
Take you back to reality and make you smile
And make you smile
I make you, make you, make you, make you smile
You wanna feel famous wanna ride with my flamaa
Tell me what you came here for
Bring it up and drop it low

Don't you stop it
Don't you stop it, baby
Tell your girl
Tell your girlfriends
Let's toast for the birthday b*t*h
Make a wish for ya birthday
I can knock a b*t*h on my worst day
Do her wrong in the worse way, yea

500 hunnit twenties spend it all on a fit
LLC treat my lyrics is like bricks
Legally I'm pushing coke why you think they call me dope
Yes, I can f**k the baddest b*t*hes if I want too
Room full of rich n***as and I stand out
1 2 who dat knocking at yo do
3 4 it's the feds get low
Get low b*t*h, better get low b*t*h
Get low b*t*h, better get low b*t*h
I got all this money what you think I'm here for
Get low b*t*h, better get low b*t*h
I got all this money what you think I'm here for
Big ol' Bentley outside with the top missing
Got stars on the roof so the chain glissin'
'Member days I was broke they didn't listen
Look check me out b*t*h, I'm too mobby
Her head so wet call her sloppy
And when we f**k I say bop
And when we f**k I say
Bussdown, bussdown rolly on tick mode
Know you got that fake ass chain from the mall
Hoe I buy the whole sacks fith with my rich ass
I'll buy yo b*t*h with your b*t*h ass

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