Lil Wayne Ft. Kidd Kidd, Gudda Gudda, T-Streets & Mack Maine – My Birthday Lyrics

Posted on June 12, 2011

“Y’all n****s squares, but aint got no angle, My s**t’s so tight you can get strangled”

[Intro – Lil Wayne]
Yeah, it’s on
I got the Streets and the boot with me
Dedication trois

[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Now let me talk my s**t!
Fresh up out the water like a caught fly fish
Weezy F b***h
I can say what I please
Swagger so cold it stay when I leave
I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas
I kill dogs like I’m making chinese food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me
“Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!”
Shawty won’t be on my team, she could cheerlead..
S**t, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T
I make a snow angel
Y’all n****s squares, but aint got no angle
My s**t’s so tight you can get strangled
It’s Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that “private plane clothes”
I’m taking off, going to another land
Call home, missus never going to another man
Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I’m a lover man
Yeah talk that s**t Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue
I talk too much s**t
I eat p-ssy and you suck d**k

[Kidd Kidd]
They call me “Lil Nut” but my nuts aren’t the same
No homo, that’s how I came in the game
I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane
The s**t that made Pinky blow
Out the Brain brain
Told Lois Lane I can’t be a Super Mane
My whole ? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane
Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game
I’m back at the halftime like it’s just an ankle sprain
Ain’t no one could do it better
More hits than Eddie Guerrerra
The flow like Eddie Monster praying at the competitors
It’s mass hysteria, historic in your area 51 alien
What planet is he from
Huh? Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun
Picture Buzz with the shotgun ?
All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud
We 7:30 livewires
Unplug off the chain, utterly untame
Put the gun to your frame, b***h a bloodstain
Hard to come out, like a nut-stain
I came from nothing, night, f*****g calling hoes
And flying planes, who the f**k could complain?

[Gudda Gudda]
So you mad cause I’m styling on you?
Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you
Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqo
Gudda, I’m the East gang schizo
It’s no coincidence, man, I bet your b***h know
How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle
High yellow n***a but my hot dog, like nutskins
B*****s aiming for the pockets? You get nuff skin
Let me get back in it, b***h
I just go head first, you be on that timid s**t
Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy s**t
Shitting on b*****s with that Chris Brown
(give me s**t)
My n****s Streets say “Kill them all!”
B***h, you know we got guns like the Pentagon
I’m just eating n***a, I’m getting my dinner on
And your b***h licking, getting her lizard on

[Mack Maine]
Talk reckless, I don’t give a muthafuck
I make you do what you is, b***h n***a, duck
I come for you and your kids like n***a what
N****s with elephantitis ain’t got bigger nuts
Young Money n***a, big dicks, big trucks
I’mma smash a n***a if he try to diss us
Go to court, the case get dissmussed
Cause if we did time, your main b***h would miss us
It’s Mack Maine, ain’t s**t to discuss
I get up in a b***h throat like hiccups
I Chris Kringle bullets with n****s for Christmas
Then turn to their female dog like “b***h, what?”
My n****s squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis
My d**k big, that’s why I walk like I got tendonitis
I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis
The doc said I got a case of real nigganitis
He ain’t got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it
See, I’m a warrior, they compare me to Leonidus
I got a set fee, I ain’t about discussing prices
Cause I ain’t tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson
Wish you could see my face now
Feel like I’m ?
See me in streets, be Street Fighting like Blanka or Bison
Slicing, dicing like we butcher knifeing
Wifing b*****s, never, that s**t is trifling
Young Money the f*****g nicest
Put words together like a f*****g hypen
N***a don’t make us start f*****g rifling
N***a really it go to f*****g striking
We got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by the harvest for fruit
Waiting for the fruit to ripen
We run up on n****s and jack them for their stipend
You catch me in Minnesota like I’m a Viking
I’m with every video vixen that you liking
I’m the reason your b***h dyking
N***a dont want no beef, look at Kidd Kidd
He like this
How I get like this?
I pop a n***a, break something like Midas
Im trying to be modest, n***a, I’m honest
Young Money, Young f-cking Money
And this is what I did for my birthday B***H

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