My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d
Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money
It ain't my birthday today
Im im on tha way
Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,
Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday
My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep
Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt
Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks
And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/
Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats
I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,
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