Travis Porter feat. Bei Maejor – Birthday Girl & You Don’t Know

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Birthday Girl” is a promotional Banger of a Track radio single from American hip hop act Travis Porter‘s upcoming debut studio album.

Lyrics for Travis Porter feat. Bei Maejor – Birthday Girl1

Birthday Girl – Birthday Girl, Let Me See Ya Hands
Ohhhh – Put It On Put It On Put It On My Tab

[Chorus:]
Just turned 21
Time to have some fun
And we gone do it all
Cause baby you’re the birthday girl
Lil mama this ya song
So party all night long
And we gone have a ball
Shut it down on ya birthday girl

[Verse 1:]
Lil Mama It’s Ya B Day
and I ain’t wit’ dat drama Lil mama fuck what she say
I’mma make it rain cats and dogs ain’t no cliche
She say she from L.A. but landed in the Peach State
Now Thats GA
See Lil Mama This Yo Song
She Got On A Thong
Sippin On Patron
Wondering When We Going Home
She Just Turned 21 21
Girl We Bout To Have Some Fun Have Some Fun
We Need
2 Shot Of That P-Trone
We Need
2 Shots Of That Grey Goose
We Need
2 Shots Of That Get Right
We Need
and 2 Shots of that Get Loose
Then We Hit The Dance Floor
I said you gotta Work that Girl
Then the D.J. gave a shout out to the birthday girl

[Chorus:]
Just turned 21
Time to have some fun
And we gone do it all
Cause baby you’re the birthday girl
Lil mama this ya song
So party all night long
And we gone have a ball
Shut it down on ya birthday girl

[Verse 2:]
It’s ya Birthday
Know you want a shot
Take it back to 04
Drop it like it’s hot
Girl you know where I’m going
Meet me at the spot
Still drinkin’ Ciroc
It’s damn near 4 o’clock
But like Gucci said
She’s only 21
So I only feed her crumbs
but I fuck her till she cum
I love the way you dancing when you playing wit ya tongue
I’m not really romantic but you might just be the 1
Whatchu wish for
I’mma give you what you need
Hit you from the back
Pullin’ on ya weave
And we do it this away
and do it that away
as long as you blow the candles out because it’s ya birthday (birthday)

[Chorus:]
Just turned 21
Time to have some fun
And we gone do it all
Cause baby you’re the birthday girl
Lil mama this ya song
So party all night long
And we gone have a ball
Shut it down on ya birthday girl

[Verse 3:]
Okay you just turned 21
Let’s go live it up
Let’s go hit the club
Let’s go have some fun
We can hit up magic
We can throw Some 1’s
You invite ya friends
It’s whatever she wants
How ’bout we go to Vegas
We gone have a Ball
We gone get it poppin’ Tomorrow forget it all
And we gone do some gamblin’
We gone do some fuckin’
I don’t usually do this so you should feel lucky
So quit all that frontin’
Sayin’ you won’t Do nothin’
Cause I know you ready, just waiting to push ya button
So now she sucking, fuckin, trippin, wasted
Fell asleep at 6 and woke up in different locations

You Don’t Know” is a promotional Banger of a Track street single from Travis Porter‘s upcoming debut studio album.

Lyrics for Travis Porter – You Don’t Know

Tell me what ya know ’bout dis, tell me what ya know ’bout dat
Tell me what ya kno ’bout phipps, tell me what ya know bout sacks
These niggas ain’t got no check, them boys ain’t holdin no sack
Them niggas dont know ’bout dis, them boys don’t know ’bout that

[Hook:]
You don’t know bout it [x3]
Tell me what ya know ’bout dat
You don’t know nothing [x3]
Tell me what ya know ’bout dat

[Strap verse:]
Young nigga you dont know about this, young nigga you dont know about that
Spend a couple racks at sacks, do a track get it right back
Nigga you dont know nothing about nothing, that gas I put in my blunt
Smoke a zip take a sip, pull up nigga I’m stuntin
Hop out looking like money, ya’ll broke niggas just to funny
Cant even count up six hundred, that’s a shame you a got damn dummy
Boy you know you ain’t holding no sacks, boy you know you ain’t holding no strap
Boy you know you ain’t been in no trap, everybody know strap

[Hook:]
You don’t know bout it [x3]
Tell me what ya know ’bout dat
You don’t know nothing [x3]
Tell me what ya know ’bout dat

[Ali verse:]
Expensive Jordans and belts, I get my Gucci from phipps
Exclusive tires on the whip , they say I’m feelin myself
I’m all in the V.I.P., I give the waitress a tip
Then I withdraw a hundred thousand and spend it all on myself
My bitch is thicker than milk, but they short as my sleeves
I got bitches in Africa I be all over seas
Ain’t no twenties in my pocket all I keep is some G’s
I’m a young nigga gettin it boy who fuckin with Li

[Hook:]
You don’t know bout it [x3]
Tell me what ya know ’bout dat
You don’t know nothing [x3]
Tell me what ya know ’bout dat

[Quez verse:]
Every car I’m in – I’m in the back seat, and I just tell them where to go
Just like a taxi
And I keep goons if you niggas try attack me, and they just pull they
pistols out, you niggas run like a track meet
But I’m always working, you can catch me phipps plaza splurgin
So much shit it filled up the excursion
Tried to take my bitch to bed she said she was a virgin
Meanwhile I’m with yo bitch behind the curtain, what you know bout that

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