Playful Banter: When Age is Just a Number

No, but for how old are you?
How old you need me to be?
Haha. How old are you?
How old you need me to be?
How old are you? How old you need me to be?
How old are you? I’m there haha,
I’m there. How old are you, bro?
Bow, bow, bow.
I’m on your ass. No,
tell me how old are you?
Why? I’m not?
You think I’m just gonna tell you this shit up front?
Tell me. No,
just come back with me and I’ll let you know everything.
Wait,
what you laughing about? What’s your name?
What’s your name? What’s your name?
What’s your name? What’s your name?
What you need to know what you’re screaming?
Okay, where. Where is your birthday?
You need to know what you’re screaming?
Where is your birthday?
What’s up? When is your birthday?
You buy me a cake? Cause I saw you already got one you motherfucker!
You talking about? When is your birthday?
Tomorrow. You fucking lie! Tomorrow?
You’re a fucking lie! No! Come blow my candles out.
Come blow my candles out. What’s up?
I guess it’s my new man, y’all.
Hey, what’s up?