Lyrics
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Verse 1
Fine and sexy at the same time, she ain't goin' (Nope)
She keep tellin' me the way I'm livin' ain't normal (Yeah)
Cut her off and never talk again, no warnin' (She did)
Run that shit up, do that shit again and keep doin' it (Yeah)
Niggas only out 'cause this shit hot and they knowin' it (Yeah)
We put bitches on 'em just to see where they goin', yeah (Ayy, y'all follow them)
Shawty say she down to the grave, she'd rather rock it out (Baby)
I know she'll cut her own throat for a crocodile (Birkin)
I still got my old shit and my new shit, I ain't swap it out (I got)
We got all the motion, Sunday morning at the Waffle House (Yеah)
Ho, she think I'll let her gеt away, I had to walk her down (Come here)
We do what we wanna with them hoes, you want a problem 'bout 'em (Fix it)
Take her to a whole 'nother country, let her island hop (Let's go)
She ain't know she had it in her body 'til I brought it out (Skrrt)
Chorus
You turn me up, you the life of the party
We goin' up from the night to the morning
We turnin' up every day for a month straight
We might as well party, it's somebody birthday (Happy birthday, happy birthday)
It's somebody's birthday
Yeah, we might as well party, it's somebody birthday (Happy birthday, happy birthday)
Yeah, we might as well party, it's somebody birthday
Verse 2
You make her respond and get her number, she is not mine
They know who we is, bring the bottles out with no sign
She know what it is, only tell it to her one time
All the pretty girls came with us, we got a long line
I don't got no type, but then again, I do, they all fine
Four pockets full of hundreds just in case my card decline
High-maintenance livin', every day gon' feel like Valentine
Exotic bag, roll it, pick a flavor, we got every kind
Rappin'-ass nigga wanna be just like me
Ran my money up and now a million don't excite me
Cuban and a Patek, got my young ho icy
Dope boy swag, I'm like, "Yup," in my white tee
Free all of the bros down the road with a life sent'
I ain't come to fuck around at all, they got the right nigga
I don't care if Dan right or wrong, you know I'm right with him (You know I'm right with him)
First-class flight, goin' to Europe, bring your friend with ya (Bring your friend with ya)
Chorus
You turn me up, you the life of the party
We goin' up from the night to the morning
We turnin' up every day for a month straight
We might as well party, it's somebody birthday (Happy birthday, happy birthday)
It's somebody's birthday
Yeah, we might as well party, it's somebody birthday (Happy birthday, happy birthday)
Yeah, we might as well party, it's somebody birthday (Happy birthday, happy birthday)
Outro
It's somebody birthday
Yeah, we might as well party, it's somebody birthday (Happy birthday, happy birthday)
Yeah, we might as well party, it's somebody birthday (Happy birthday, happy birthday)
It's somebody birthday
Yeah, we might as well party, it's somebody birthday (Happy birthday, happy birthday)
Yeah, we might as well party, it's somebody birthday
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