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rob markman - benz 4 my bday كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
want a benz for my birthday
think it falls on a thursday

[verse 1]
her ex-man had the blue 6, think he used to move bricks
now he gone, he ain’t never coming home
and i’m tryna take his old chick, make her to my new b-tch
sick and tired of this used whip, try and get some new sh-t
driving ’round, b-mping “how it’s goin’ down”
cruisin’ slow like x in the sh-t he shot on two-fifth
i know it sound f-cked up, but i don’t even feel bad
i’m getting money and my day’s a lil’ sunny
and i’m getting everything, everything they said i couldn’t have
my drive, yeah, it’s something else
try to ride around in something else
cls got me stressed, i’m obsessed ’til i’m blessed
godd-mn it, i can’t ride around in nothin’ else

[chorus]
want a benz for my birthday
think it falls on a thursday
oh, god, i’ve been working so hard
i’ma pull up this car like, b-tch, i deserve this
b-tch, i deserve this, b-tch, i deserve this
oh, god, i’ve been working so hard
i’ma pull up this car like, b-tch, i deserve this
b-tch, i deserve this, b-tch, i deserve this
want a benz for my birthday
think it falls on a thursday
oh, god, i’ve been working so hard
i’ma pull up this car like, b-tch, i deserve this
b-tch, i deserve this, b-tch, i deserve this
oh, god, i’ve been working so hard
i’ma pull up this car like, b-tch, i deserve this
b-tch, i deserve this, b-tch, i deserve this

[verse 2]
everything possible ‘less you up in the hospital
two hands, two feet, heartbeat, how you not gon’ eat? motherf-cker, what’s stoppin’ you?
we don’t make no excuses, we just grind ’til we get it
if you don’t understand it, godd-mn it
never mind it, forget it
i’ve been working all year long
these haters working on my f-ckin’ nerves
this is it, stack the grip, cop the whip, then i dip like skrrt
i’ma pull up on your f-ckin’ curb
i ain’t never had the 6, i’m just tryna cop the 550
s coupe, yankee blue, brand new
and now i’m feelin’ like it’s my city

[verse 3]
i want my name on it, boy, i want my name on it
so i’ma go stupid, marlon wayans on this
hundred on the dash, swerve in the third lane on this
give ’em all the drugs, that big daddy kane on this
word to billy danze, i just need a lil’ fame on this
give ’em all the gas, waka flocka flame on it
i’m at they neck, need a roc-a-fella chain on it
a$ap rocky, i just went clubber lang on it

- rob markman

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