Letra de 'Daddy's Birthday' de 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

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)

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