Текст песни
Bacardi like it's your birthday. Party like it's your birthday. Party like it's your birthday. B-b-b-party like it's your birthday. Spending all them dollars bitches and birthday. Bacardi like it's your birthday. Party like it's your birthday. B-b-b-party like it's your birthday. Spending all them dollars my bitches and her Birthday. I be in the club, throwin' tan Cîroc. Mama, I'ma get you wavy 'cause I come for My props. I'm on it like a sex tape, People lookin' lost. What can they want? They to get wronged. And they dyin' on the floor. I was there, boom, mama, I'ma get you wavy Like you look up to my chrome. I'm on it like a sex tape, people lookin' Lost. What can they want? They came to get wronged. Bacardi like it's your birthday. Never gonna order for my niggas and my birthday. You see me in your face, don't give me That cheap ass. No one gave a me a Nada, don't birthday. You ain't never did nothin', that's why bacardi. MC Bonnie singin' just to take care my own Clothes and. But now you singin' for yours and You rammin' get the doors. You callin' my more cocky 'cause I am yours And. I'ma party like it's your birthday. Bacardi like it's your birthday. Bacardi like it's your birthday. Spending Dorito for my bitches and her birthday. Bacardi like it's your birthday. Bacardi like it's your birthday. Bacardi like it's your birthday. Spending Dorito my bitches and her birthday. Bacardi like it's your birthday. Bacardi like it's your birthday. Bacardi like it's your birthday. Spending Dorito for my bitches and her birthday. Let me come make it out of your machine. You put Nadia the martini, just shake it up And wanna muddy it But we don't need feelings, Yeah, 'cause they on the track, they all know Me. Yeah, you a cat, you come home, I'm Proud, empty, you drove me. I'm fly, thank God For blood, I party in the club. Set the stage like Michael Sam, run 'em back Like they Greg. So it's this and I let 'em let you in with the front line. Just a fucker on the data, bitch, it's all That you to me. Bacardi ice on the blow Bar. And what you need is another from the Nose. That's the one that can sex anything but The door. The kid from Hell in the building. 'Cause I'm Cardi and I'm Cardi. Ice on the blow bar. And what you need is another from the nose. That's the one but I just sit down like Heavy nose. But the AMM all very tempo. Yeah, I run up, grab a couple shit, Lil' bastard. Top a Slim made a worthwhile cash. She need a rest stop, ain't from out, don't Rush. Wide jeans and I'm runnin', no one ain't No bitch. Shoot, I'ma party, the club, I'm on the pole and I don't know who Be runnin'. I'ma pimp up for the AM drop, Go with the Tommy tag. At the corner in the morning, tell 'em come And grab that. Bacardi, drip the sheets and spend Money fast. And I'm not ready, no, the rate Up like this mile for bet. I just like your nose, here not to sip The Mel. Like your boyfriend, girl, not just what Your daughter said, ayy. I'm just a ex-father, bitch, it up, on your Nose. Only bend it up and match it when You're out and not your nose. Only put the Checks on, run it back 'cause I don't. Get me off and run, nigga, let me bake With that song. Make I'm a curry. I just want my club water. Know what you really need, nigga, the blood work. Man, I like to see tight, they don't think It rub. We want 'em see a grip, pick Up and take look. Make it up, a curry. I just want my club water. Know what you really need, nigga, do the blood Work. But man, I like to see tight, they Don't think it rub. We want 'em to a Grip, pick up and take a look. Don't, Don't, don't, Don't Stop. Don't, don't, don't Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't Stop
SebaLazi, DJ Major, Jaykar — Like B@c@rdi
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