February 29th Lyrics - Singles - Cyhi The Prynce

Tell the waitress bring the bottles 

Put em in the ice! 

I swear to God that I have many nights 

The fucking bitches live the marijuana dreamy life 

Party like its February 29th 

Ninth, ninth 

We gon party like its February 29th 

And artist like me is seen every leap year 

So lets party like a frat-house with cheap beer 

We the premier, niggas in the street dear 

Keep this piece near, blood on my seat spear 

Let it be clear, the only thing that he fears 

Not being referred as the black [?] 

Without yall thinking he weird 

Im talking John P quier 

My shit sheer, I used to sweep beer 

But until then I keep the presidential 

Rollie shinning brilliant 

Feel like Im Bill Clint 

Shawty said she wasn't going, but she still went 

Been around the world twice, but Im still prynce 

I seen my ex in the club, she probably got the same number 

Call er right now, I bet you should still be spring 

Flew out to Paris, Imma send my chauffeur 

If you call him Pierre, either way its still French 

So 

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Who am i to say what I deserve and if I really deserve it? 

I get to play with these words while the world is barely keep turning 

Determined to get it, born in the city, I didn't fit in 

Cause killin' was always sought, now we yellin' "michigan we did it" 

I used to have drama, I used to not sleep 

Now I got a bunch of J's that have never been on my feet 

Meanwhile, I'm reflecting, don't take a second for granted I just accept that my quest is to be the best when you handed this oppurtunity 

Shit, your only choice to go get it, for all my niggas missin' I deserve all these ritches and bitches 

Who said that I don't, who said that I won't be up on some new shit 

Got two bitches they 22, who makin' room for a new chick I got it 

I know I got it and don't it feel right 

Shit, I can't explain with these words what it feel like 

When everything that you dreamed about is your real life 

We about to take a leap of faith like its the 29th 

What! 

Photos 

It's Zip K 

Uh, born raised in the cater bread 

In Thomas Baker bakery, that's under the cater bread 

In school, I majored in major money and major risks 

I ain't majored yet but, shit I pay the rent 

Hottest with the gram since Insta 

Grown party raps, every bars a bar mitzvah 

See how many hoes that new foreign car get ya 

Tryin' to live your dreams out before the law pinch ya 

Wake up, wake up, tryin' to get my cake up 

Cliché, cliché, all the shit we make up 

One hit rappers at the labels 'til they break up 

Niggas need a hard drive, all the space you take up 

Make room, please like, niggas, uh, move please 

Now you get the looks and whispers like "who's these" 

Never marry pussy I know she's a groupy 

Even though its tight, I use that term loosely 

And uh 

Back when [?] had the money collar with the t-tops 

[?] in my Reeboks, I was tryin' to beatbox 

Now I'm in the CL smooth: Pete Rock 

We not on the same level you biatch 

Y'all wanna be [?], I'm tryin' to win the EGOT 

For your information: kiosk 

Sorry to keep you waitin': Detox 

Landmark of stone mountain, I'm like the man street clocks 

Shit I might zip up to the party in a Fiat 

Postered like I'm [?], standin' on the furniture 

I with the girl I used to like in high-school, tryin' to put my bit in but I never got my turn with her 

But tonight it feels right it's like timber for two skies and they go blue mercedes-benz with no roof 

So let your hair down, you with the prince for the night 

Even though I never be uptight 

It don't matter