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Monaleo – Crying On Your Birthday Lyrics

Monaleo – Crying On Your Birthday ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Monaleo Monaleo – Crying On Your Birthday ( Lyrics Letra )
Intro
Ayy

Chorus
Bitch, that nigga had you cryin’ on your birthday
I do niggas the worst way
Nigga, don’t question me, this ain’t no motherfuckin’ survey
Drunk as fuck I’m goin’ up on a motherfuckin’ Thursday
I love a trick, spend that money on the first date
You cryin’ on your birthday
I do niggas the worst way
Nigga, don’t question me, this ain’t no motherfuckin’ survey
Drunk as fuck I’m goin’ up on a motherfuckin’ Thursday
I love a trick, spend that money on the first date
Verse 1
Okay, I got that fire on me in the Walmart
Nigga, send your card information, not a hallmark
He wanna send a couple bands, he not in the ballpark
Want this pussy take me to the mall like Paul Blart, ugh
These bitches no bite, all bark
He, he know I’m a great Dane, take me to the dog park
Bitches ain’t on shit, at they best, they a small fart
Ayy, I like my niggas handsome, tall, dark, dummy
I, I like a dumb nigga, super green
He think I’m a good girl, whole time I’m super mean
Look at his phone while he type the code on the screen
Dead wrong, I can’t help this pimpin’ shit, it’s in my genes
He eat my shit like he from Texas, he be piggin’ out
He see this ass, I’m from Texas so it’s stickin’ out
Next nigga don’t pay for my wig, on God, I’m wiggin’ out
Any nigga missin’ me, understand he missin’ out

Chorus
You cryin’ on your birthday
I do niggas the worst way
Nigga, don’t question me, this ain’t no motherfuckin’ survey
Drunk as fuck I’m goin’ up on a motherfuckin’ Thursday
I love a trick, spend that money on the first date
You cryin’ on your birthday
I do niggas the worst way
Nigga, don’t question me, this ain’t no motherfuckin’ survey
Drunk as fuck I’m goin’ up on a motherfuckin’ Thursday
I love a trick, spend that money on the first date
Verse 2
Ayy, yeah
Okay play with his balls like Fushigi
And I’m ‘bout my green like Luigi
Pussy waterfall like Fiji
He ain’t spendin’ money disappear like Houdini
And I ain’t Lebron but I’m givin’ game freely
Ayy, it’s my birthday, where the head at?
Matter fact, fuck that, nigga, where the bread at?
He ain’t tryna send the bread through, I’ma dead that
Never said that I love you, never said that, stupid
Be for real, if you gon’ be anything
He wanna sit up and talk at night but I’m not Larry King
I need a super slut, that’s the man I’m marryin’
Suck me like a Sundae, banana split, Dairy Queen
I like my baby daddy, he be droppin’ good dick
I can’t complain ‘cause I be on that bullshit
I’m like a gymnast, I be doin’ full splits
I got that water, I’m a motherfuckin’ pool pit

Chorus
You cryin’ on your birthday
I do niggas the worst way
Nigga, don’t question me, this ain’t no motherfuckin’ survey
Drunk as fuck I’m goin’ up on a motherfuckin’ Thursday
I love a trick, spend that money on the first date
You cryin’ on your birthday
I do niggas the worst way
Nigga, don’t question me, this ain’t no motherfuckin’ survey
Drunk as fuck I’m goin’ up on a motherfuckin’ Thursday
I love a trick, spend that money on the first date
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Monaleo – I Luv My N***a Lyrics

Monaleo – I Luv My Na ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Monaleo Monaleo – I Luv My Na ( Lyrics Letra )
Chorus
Bitch, I’m back, I could never miss a beat (Yeah)
I would never miss a nigga (Yeah), I cut off, he missin’ me (Yeah, uh-huh)
Like, bitch, are you kiddin’ me? (Huh?)
I’m a player, this is me (The fuck?)
We not lockin’ lips but he still kissin’ ass and kissin’ feet

Verse
Yeah
Big L-E-O (Uh-huh)
I gave you hoes nine months to be exact (On God)
Ayy, I heard the shit you hoes was puttin’ out (Pussy bitch)
And long story short, the shit was whack (Ew)
Let me know how much that dick cost
Fuck it, I could pay for it (Uh-huh)
But I’m not Tems and he not Future, I can’t wait for it (No)
On God, bet he know this shit get wetter than the rainforest (Yeah)
Still ballin’ harder than them niggas up at Wake Forest (Yeah, yeah, on God)
I’m on my opps Instagram, bitches still broke (Bitch)
Still sellin’ pussy (Pussy), still ugly, still a damn joke (Yeah)
Still wishin’ they could take my spot but they can still choke
Still give a broke nigga the boot like a steel toe (Dummy)
I took a lot of hoes niggas know my time comin’ (Uh-huh)
So if a ho can take my nigga, I wouldn’t be upset (Slick)
I could never give up pussy on the first link
That nigga gotta grow on me like a Chia Pet (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Ayy, I got a whole lot of money, that’s what BIA said (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
I think bitches super fuckin’ weak, they can’t be a threat (Bitch)
Pull up in some shit you never seen, it might be a jet (Ho)
When I come around, he pull his stick out like he Ja Morant
Textin’ hoes in vanish mode but I’m the type to take it there
Ayy, bitch, I’ma fuck Obama, I’m not playin’ (Uh-huh)
You don’t know me, I might kill that bitch and leave her layin’ there (Bitch)
Bitch, I’m the shit and I think it’s startin’ to stank in here
Excuse me
Say you gon’ slap me whenever you see me, you better just shoot me (Pussy)
Ayy, ‘cause when I’m on the scene I’ma shoot the whole shit up, Spike Lee style, it’s a movie (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’m gettin’ groovy
Rainin’ on a weak parade bitch (Yeah, uh-huh) so it’s gloomy
Shittin’ on these bitches every day, absolutely
Gettin’ head like a beret that nigga sucked me like a smoothie
If you was tryna keep your nigga, why the fuck you introduced me? (Bitch)
Yeah, I’m that bitch, it’s my bloodline
Ayy, I bring the cannon for a bitch but this not Drumline (Dummy)
Ayy, he wake me up with Sunny D, he my sunshine
He lovin’ how a bitch rhyme, he lovin’ all my punchlines (Uh-huh)
He tryna tie the loose ends, he can’t stop the rain
Make a nigga feel it in his chest, he can’t stop the pain (Uh-huh)
Super fly, clean than a bitch, you can’t spot a stain (At all)
A nigga never gave me shit, not a thang (Dummy)
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Chorus
Bitch, I’m back, I could never miss a beat (Yeah)
I would never miss a nigga (Yeah), I cut off, he missin’ me (Yeah, uh-huh)
Like, bitch, are you kiddin’ me? (Huh?)
I’m a player, this is me (The fuck?)
We not lockin’ lips but he still kissin’ ass and kissin’ feet (On God)

Outro
I love my nigga and I think he love me
I love my nigga and I think he love me
I love the head and I think it’s lovely
Ayy, and he a slut so he could never judge me
It’s Leo
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