Her Birthday Lyrics – A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

Her Birthday Lyrics latest song by A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. The Lyrics were written by Artists Dubose, Brandon Casey, Brian Casey, Bryan-Michael Cox, Jordan Holt-May, Kevin Hicks, London Holmes, Sean Momberger, and Tone Deaf and Produced by London On Da Track, Sean Momberger, and Tone Deaf

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Her Birthday Lyrics

We got London on the track (I should’ve never fell in the love with a-)

I’ve been through this too many times, I’m done with this shit
She don’t want a relationship unless funds come with it
I don’t know how to recover from this
But its my fault, I should’ve never fell in love with a b*tch
In the first place, I don’t wanna cuddle and shit
And the worst thing is, I don’t even f*ck with the b*tch
On her birthday, I ain’t give her nothing but d*ck
I was thirsty, way before the commas came in
Yeah, I was thirsty

Second time I f*cked, she wanna be in first place
I always wanted a-, used to want a Mustang
But, now I got a big body, Maybach, to f*ck in it
Really run my city, when we see a opp, we clutchin’ it
Make a n*gga diddy bop
These millions, we touchin’ ’em
I don’t really play about money or my Benjamins
She wanna lay up with me, I’ma f*ck her bestie then
Put my heart up on my damn sleeve before you f*cked it up
Woulda counted with my [?], n*gga, with my guns
And at the time you think about me, you want company
Tell me what you really see, you want double C, but what you really see in me?

I’ve been through this too many times, I’m done with this shit
She don’t want a relationship unless funds come with it
I don’t know how to recover from this
But its my fault, I should’ve never fell in love with a b*tch
In the first place, I don’t wanna cuddle and shit
And the worst thing is, I don’t even f*ck with the b*tch
On her birthday, I ain’t give her nothing but d*ck
I was thirsty, way before the commas came in
Yeah, I was thirsty

She ain’t never wanna be my b*tch, now she got me on a block list
How to blow a candle, now she in a pool, topless
PJ’d up Bahamas, came a long way from the projects
You always tellin’ me about how you just want the truth
You want a Patek for your birthday, I ain’t got nothin’ to prove
I wanna spend my whole summer with you
But, I just spent three hundred thousand on this pants

This Bentley coupe, only me and you
Countin’ hunnids gettin’ boring, I need something to do
F*ckin’ on these baddies like I ain’t got nothin’ to lose
Started saying how I feel, I almost fronted my mood

I’ve been through this too many times, I’m done with this shit
She don’t want a relationship unless funds come with it
I don’t know how to recover from this
But its my fault, I should’ve never fell in love with a b*tch
In the first place, I don’t wanna cuddle and shit
And the worst thing is, I don’t even f*ck with the b*tch
On her birthday, I ain’t give her nothing but d*ck
I was thirsty, way before the commas came in
Yeah, I was thirsty