Today is your birthday
Eat and drink and enjoy yourself
Call me today, sir
Cotton fresh perfume is full
Mahater are right there in the corner
Eyes on the side staring
But don’t be afraid to burn the image
Subsequent case count blame

Don’t be crying on your mother’s birthday
Tell them it’s your birthday
Stay away from bad vibes and all the drama
Tell them it’s your birthday
Go ahead and dip it low
Drop it low for your homeboy mom
Tell them it’s your birthday
Do what you wanna and be who you wanna
Forgive and let the karma

My nigga are here in the background
If you cause trouble you will be foul
Some come from others
All the others have mixed it up
Your water is sweet
If you stay awkward we pass them by Nviiri baby still Storyteller
Universal charger striker number nine

Don’t be crying on your mother’s birthday
Tell them it’s your birthday
Stay away from bad vibes and all the drama
Tell them it’s your birthday
Go ahead and dip it low
Drop it low for your homeboy mom
Tell them it’s your birthday
Do what you wanna and be who you wanna
Forgive and let the karma

Today katashika is a birthday
You’ve spray-painted yourself babe
Waresh will give, I must say
Bash should start afte
Our motion aste aste
No kicks usinirush, wait
Vegetables are your thirsty crows
Nviiri arrives with liquor and ashtray

Ambia soldier nitabuy tea
Playing low chouche is not recommended
Bien naskia ushawai ngwai
We will kick it like Muay Thai

Oh my,  oh my guy
I’m high right now why lie
Let me enter IG at this hour
Where is that WiFi password?
I don’t hide it from them and they will feelin ‘it on the low

We want to send you a bra bro
Music
If we go out you will think it is a joke
How are you?

I laugh at them like ditch and text
In my hands I hold a tumbler
The car I came up with is also a wrangler
Dirty game like hair corner dandruff

No wonder I’m followed by Sandra
The Njoro are on hand
This party is such a party
Birthday boy I bet you cotton
We mix mugithi and ohangla
Eh omera, okinyal chanda

We are in Ronga holding the number
Kenya, Uganda, TZ to Rwanda
Radar is a blade that cuts like a sword
If you do, I will love you
You do not have to be perfect to succeed
Come and buy a field for me
Birthday boy must be proud
Jones!

Don’t be crying on your mother’s birthday
Tell them it’s your birthday
Stay away from bad vibes and all the drama
Tell them it’s your birthday
Go ahead and dip it low
Drop it low for your homeboy mom
Tell them it’s your birthday
Do what you wanna and be who you wanna
Forgive and let the karma