It's yo birthday, so I know you want to ride out Even if we only go to my house Sip on weezy as we sit upon my couch Feels good, but I know you want to cry out You say want passion, I think you found it Get ready for action, don't be astounded We switching positions, you feel so rounded Tell me where you want your gift, girl Girl you know I-I-I, Girl you know I-I-I I been feenin, Wake up in the late night Been dreamin bout your loving, girl Girl you know I-I-I, Girl you know I-I-I Don't need candles and cake Just need your body to make Know my real niggas gon' like this shit They gon' love this shit, they gon' rock this shit They like Nicki she didn't even have to drop this shit But I got this shit, you can ask my clique How many pretty bitches kicked Trey Songz] Dance like a video vixen Said her man be on that bullshit pimpin Well I retire from the bull like Pippen Tryin to get you homer would you be Marge Simpson Whip out front we could leave like pronto Maple leaf gas got you feelin like Toronto Make your body rise like your puffin on a joint though Girl that's only if you want though you ready [Bridge: Les filles aux quatre coins du monde, profitez du son, ca va etre un ete chaud Justin Bieber This is the re-mix JB [Verse 1: Game] I wake up in the morning chilling with my feet up Looking on my Instagram for pussy to beat up Hey, Sap turn that beat up, Hey nigga roll that weed up Riding through the hood top down trowing that B up Turn that YG up If It Ain't About Money 9. Birthday Sex Remix Lyrics Artist:
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Birthday Sex (Remix) Lyrics by Jeremih
If It Ain't About Money 9. Fabolous] I make you say aah just like I'm your doctor All I prescribe is cranberry and vodka Then I'm tryna kick it play a lil socca Then bust a couple off blocka blocka The henny in your system you start drunk texting and suddenly you miss him Or even wanna diss him Then you call your girl like what the hell you gave me She like don't blame me better do like Jamie And blame it on the liquor He works every time patron you my nigga Know it's somebody birthday Well where your ass at And I know you're thirsty but don't know where ya glass at [Chorus: Teairra Mari] You'd love to see me fall see me fall You'd love to see me crawl see me crawl 'Cause you know I got it all got it all Where this light goes, where this light goes Where this light goes you wi Say Aah Remix Modify 5. All lyrics are the property of their respective authors, artists and labels. We have another 1 lyrics of songs by Jeremih Ft. Birthday sex First, I'm gonna take a dive into the water, Deep until I know I pleased that body Or girl without a broom I might just sweep you off your feet And make you wanna tell somebody