Lyrics:
heard they said I fell
Off Im like "How?"
Archie Davis birthday and Mr chow
Malibu fried lobster, couple 'rounds
Don't gossip about me, bitch hold it down
Yo Tristen
It's May 6th dog
You know what that means
It's your birthday
It's your birthday
Tristen Blake Davis
Go ahead and come on down
Happy birthday dear lil Chris
Happy birthday to you, yeah
Shawty you taste like sorbet
Beat it til' it's sore, bae
Ooh, told 'em we can soar
one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone
And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis-style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning, "You belong to me, I believe"
And someone says, "My friend, you'd
one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis-style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to me, I believe"
And someone
one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone
smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in walks Romeo, he's moaning
"You belong to me I believe"
And someone says, "You're in
Bitch,
Menu Davi Head Davi Na Headache,
Sabto Bad Tu Bakia Ne Average,
Roj Mera Birthday Roj Milda Hai Cake,
Ehna Kyu Boldi Hai? Tenu Kyu Ni Sabar,
Tenu
olwanetse Freedom
Le bo Nelson Mandela
He's one of our Hero's
South African Hero's
Ke otlwa gothwe one odirile
Poem le ka birthday ya gage
Hane golonchiwa
one
Slid 'round after his birthday, gave him a happy belated one
Burned that bridge, cremated one, boom-boom, bailiff one
Got away with murder, this
Happy fucking birthday, it sure smells like incense
And I'ma smoke two prerolls in a row to impress
You and your company, hope I don't tick like
to know one"
She smiles
And puts her hands
In her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo
He's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
to 'Pac, my nigga
Okay
You know the tin house across the street from Davis?
Ten khakis, Lord save 'em, my bandana said, "Fuck the neighbors"
Wilmington
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong
and reflexes of Larry Davis (ohh)
You don't wanna see my block formin' (uh huh)
That's a 101 doggs and I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
Were
violin on Desolation Row.
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window,
for her I feel so afraid.
On her twenty-second birthday
already she is an old maid.
Now here
downtown
We kicking the like it's my birthday
JET Set, real niggas, 1st Place
You never winnin if you're jealous of
Another nigga don't be jealous of how
Man I got a story to tell
Diary's of a hustler
Lo Davis
Man y'all might not know
Based off my Instagram
And pictures y'all might see
But I came
pour out
I’m reminiscent of the ones that didn’t make it
Like Lee Cannon, and Christian Davis
‘Cause someday it’s
Gonna be an obituary bearing all
stage presence
I acquired it by studying my heroes
Who were shunned to the side, the outcasts and the weirdos
That was my favourite, wannabe Jon Davis
yea, ruff ryder (uh) (say no more)
cpu, what up kay
crafty plugz is in the building
amuary, happy birthday man, its a beautiful thing (uh)
I know
Emantic "EJ" Fitzgerald Bradford Jr. was 21
Jonathan Hart was 21
Terrance Franklin 22
Stephon Clark 22
John Crawford III was 22
Shantel Davis 23
Miles Hall
am faded I can Barely even find ma words Think its getting hot in here
Think the roof just caved in
She said its her birthday
Everybody turning up
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