Aug 25th

[Intro]

Yeah, wash this perc down with the Ace of Spades

This a fire ass beat

Kinda feel like I'm wasting it on this bitch, hmm

[Verse]

Knew I was goin' be somethin' but you ain't never tell me

And that's the reason you ain't let me know I got you pregnant

'Cause you know if you would've told me, I would make you daddy

You knew that I was gon' make it, but you ain't never tell me

All this time I thought "Oh boy, was yo' baby daddy"

I was thuggin' hard, but the hood knew I was goin' make it rappin'

I wanna buy you Birkin', but I'm scared that you gon' sell it

I was inspecting the leather, but you ain't never mеt it

You said you sent me some picturеs, but I ain't never get it

And I know when you hear my songs, you think I'm being petty

But what's the pressure 'bout being leather, what I did to ya?

What I owe ya, call my phone, and I'ma give it to ya

No matter who I put it in, that's still a nigga jit

I still remember yo' birthday, August 25th

This year I'ma take you somewhere special, you goin' get a gift

And yeen' got worry 'bout me no more, calling you a bitch

And yeen' got worry 'bout me no more, cussing you out

But you want diamonds and shit, but I'm floodin' you out

But take a nigga off child support

'Cause I already be goin' to court, damn

I knew it was for money when she went and grabbed a Porsche

I hope you bought my son a BB-Gun

I really thought I wouldn't be nothin'

Shorty was plottin' on me for this whole time

I ain't even get to rub your belly once

You kept the baby from me for the whole nine

Sometimes, I sit back, and wonder if we gon' be forever

I think me sexting your people don't even make it no better

We used to skip school together, we we're just thirteen

Just making all this cents to me you got my first C

I used to walk from the projects, way to the circle park

You told your first love is over, and gave me your heart

I missed the way you locked that dick in every time I slip it

I know you a waitin' for me to stop you and put you in position

I'm [?] late night Hunchin' and kissin'

You don't even know what you wanna do, so how you run the business?

I told you put it on paper, lets make a proposition

You don't even know what you wanna do, but you run the business

You be actin' like you wanna pop out, and get famous

On the low, I hope you know you're still my ol' lady

If I could I would, keep you in the crib

I wanna have us a threesome, you and K Slim

And another one, and another one

Matter fact, bitch, fuck you