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Aj Smith Mega Shadow - Fuck Ur Birthday Lyrics

[Intro: Ace OG & A.J. Smith]
Yo A.J.!
What up, Acey?
Bro, it's my birthday, I can't believe I'm turnin' 20
Uh, yeah, that's cool I guess
The fuck you mean "cool?"
Well I don't really care about anyone else's birthday besides mine, not to be up my own ass or anything
Ayo, up your ass?
Yeah, up my booth–, I mean bootyhole
Man, what the fuck? You got a whole recording booth up your ass?
K
Bro, you gon' answer the question or what?

[Chorus: A.J. Smith]
I don't care 'bout birthdays, your happy, happy birthdays
I don't care 'bout birthdays, your happy, happy birthdays
I don't care 'bout birthdays, your happy, happy birthdays
I don't care 'bout birthdays (Yo, ayy), your happy, happy birthdays (Come on, yeah)

[Verse 1: A.J. Smith]
Ayo, it's your birthday? Aight, cool, K
Newsflash, bitch, to me, it's still a normal day
You ain't gettin' no party, you ain't gettin' no shawties
McJuggerNuggets, this guy pengs himself with black Sharpies, ayo
Expose that bitch, A.J. Smith always gon' win
Ain't no presents for your birthday, Christmas drillings make a killin', yo (Grrrah)
Pop some poppers, light a candle, it's the same shit
Every single year, we eat some cake and sing that same song
Goes like Happy Birthday to you, you belong to the zoo
It's another year, just one year older, by the time you're fifty, you won't feel your shoulders
Blow your candles, make a wish, but I hope your wishes don't come true
Could really care less about this stupid day, all I really can just say is K
[Chorus: A.J. Smith & Ace OG]
I don't care 'bout birthdays, your happy, happy birthdays
I don't care 'bout birthdays, your happy, happy birthdays
I don't care 'bout birthdays, your happy, happy birthdays
I don't care 'bout birthdays (Ayy, ayy), your happy (Ayy), happy birthdays (Ayy, ayy, lil' bitch, ooh)

[Verse 2: Ace OG]
Man, fuck yo birthday, I ain't givin' you shit (Damn)
You out here thotted up, you a cheatin' ass bitch (Bitch)
You made an OnlyFans cuz you so thirsty for some dick (Huh?)
Ballin' with the homies Little Grape and A.J. Smith (Woo)
You said this was some weed, brother, this a fuckin' leaf (The fuck?)
Can't gift you any presents, not even on Christmas Eve (Nah)
Always M.I.A, this ain't a Sidemen Hide & Seek (Nope)
Gotta keep it P, don't be hidin' shit from me (Where the fuck did you put it?)
I know that you be schemin', put your mans on the phone (Brrr)
He tryna square the fuck up, alright, let's go toe-to-toe (Bah, bah)
Had to tell myself that I can never trust these hoes (I can never)
Crossin' out my X and O's, I had to let you go (Ayy), ooh (Ayy, slatt)

[Chorus: A.J. Smith]
I don't care 'bout birthdays, your happy, happy birthdays
I don't care 'bout birthdays, your happy, happy birthdays
I don't care 'bout birthdays, your happy, happy birthdays
I don't care 'bout birthdays, your happy, happy birthdays