Daddy's Birthday Lyrics - Young Thug

Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain 

I must've taught myself a million things 

I'm out the trap, I can sell anything 

I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe's dream 

I pray my daughter never ever experience no train 

I told her Colgate, baby you gotta keep your teeth straight 

Yeah, bae I'm flexing, extension 

Brand new 'Rarri, Smith and Wesson 

Made myself ballin, hold my credit card 

Speaking of credit, they all owe me, I got credit, yuh 

Vrrrrrm vrrrm, V12, y'all ain't ready at all 

Trapping beats I'm like "hurry up and buy" 

Extra Draco for my pops, 'cause his birthday 4th of July 

I'm so busy it's making me feel like I'm in and out my kids' lives 

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Ooh ooh ooh ooh 

Oooh 

(I'm the father of six babies, you know what I'm sayin?) 

New coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand new shoes) 

Ooh ooh ooh ooh 

Red bottoms kicking shit, I'm flossing on you fools 

Cameltoe big, I see the print inside her suit 

Rose gold my jewelry up, and I'm in and out it too 

Fuck'em by the 2 and let them travel with a few 

All this fuckin money, had me switchin, now bye boo 

I'm livin right and they ain't ever read a book 

Chanel vintage, you can put it on the books 

The way I whip that pot, they charging me with cruelty 

Don't try to stop me, don't you try to knock me 

You see me got these crackers in the back 

You gotta forgive my heart, I don't mean to stunt like that (I don't mean to do that to you, you know what I'm sayin) 

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Red bottoms on, I'm at Met Gala (I'm bout to spaz) 

Ain't playin geek, yea, I want every problem (I'm bout to spaz) 

$2000 for the newest snake collar 

Been a swagger, had dollar 

Raw clean, Balmain (c'mon let's get it) 

Vintage swag (vintage hoe), New Celinés (just want my glasses) 

Hands dirty 

Watch me turn them clean 

Lil shawty hot (Magic) 

Kerosene 

I'ma kill By Any Means 

Favorite sound "ching ching" 

I spray her face with my genes 

I'ma turn up with my team 

New condo on 17 (new condo hoe) 

I turn none to something (I turned nothin to somethin) 

AP match my jeans 

Converse is McQueen 

Patek for my queen 

Gambling for these coins 

Mattress in front of the swing 

Private jet living (pussy ass nigga) 

I'm on go like beam (Ima go) 

New backwoods no strings 

I put ice in my cup 

Indoor pool, no chlorine 

Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain 

I must've taught myself a million things 

I'm out the trap I can sell anything 

I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe's dream 

I pray my daughter never ever experience no train 

I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight 

Oooh 

New coupe, new shoes 

Red bottoms kicking, yeah I'm flossing on you fools 

Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit 

Rose gold my jewelry up, and I'm in and out it too 

Fuck 'em by the 2 let them drive in with a few