Cyhi Da Prynce February 29th Lyrics

Feat. Jon Connor & Zip K

(Hook)
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 it's February 29th
Nine, nine
We gon' party like it's February 29th

(Verse)
And artist like me is seen every leap year
So lets party like a frat-house with cheap beer
Winter 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 preferred as the black impaired(?)
Without y'all thinking he weird
I'm talking John P quier
My shit sheer, I used to sweep beer
Until then I keep the presidential
Rollie shinning brilliant
Feel like I'm Bill Clint
Shawty said she wasn't going, but she still went
Been around the world twice, but I'm still prynce
X in her clothes, she pro'ly got the same number
Call 'er right now, I bet you should still be spending
Flew out to Paris, I'mma take my show further
If you call him Pierre, in a way it's still French,
So...

(Hook)
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 it's February 29th
Nine, nine
We gon' party like it's February 29th

(Verse)
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'm getting fed