Father Of The Year (feat. B Twice)
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Ayy, this that shit right here they been waitin' on, right This what, this what they, this, this what they want, right I feel like Pac n Big, right I say, now, hey, my name is Bishop, I'm the reverend, who you I'm back to tell y'all this story about this lil' ugly dude Now this here is a shame, he a lame, he cannot help it He mad at me for what, he just selfish and disrespectful I tried to give him hope, my faith tried hard to tell me He said he gonna pop me well, f*ck it, nigga, I'm ready I been about that, that shit my pistol stay on the ready Outside, daytime, nighttime he think I'm scary He mad at me for what, cause I'm fuckin' his baby mama I think he really mad, cause a nigga claiming his daughter This nigga always mad, shit, I think he kinda bipolar I'm playing with his moves Push his buttons, I'm the controller A real man lane, stay in your lane before I bump ya Your villain playing victim nappy head boy, you dishonest Nobody really want ya, and they never really loved ya You want my spot, you gotta take it It's never coming from me He mad at me for what, cause I'm fuckin' his baby mama I think he really mad, cause a nigga claimin' his daughter This nigga always mad, shit, I think he kinda bipolar I'm playing with his moves Push his buttons, I'm the controller A real man lane, stay in your lane before I bump ya Your villain playing victim nappy head boy, you dishonest Nobody really want ya, and they never really loved ya You want my spot, you gotta take it It's never coming from me Now he blowing up her phone, and she want text back Say it's all about the baby, but we know it ain't that Nigga, chill, take a pill, sit still, back it up Yeah, you had your chance with her, yeah, you had the best of luck I'ma show you how to do it I'ma treat her like you should've Man, I won't tell you no lie, I hope you die from making music Cause even when you gone the people won't listen to it Your bars making no sense your lyrics just too confusin No fucking content, you call yourself making music I been doing this shit, now I'm pissed because you clueless You paying 400, guess you father of the year He playing step daddy I'm the papi over here This is what they do, right Ayy, I'ma talk my shit F*ck all that, I don't give a f*ck what nobody say Nigga, they already know what it is Man, I ain't even with her no more, bro You have, you got it, you have it big, bro I don't want it, dawg Shit, she played me too, dawg Shit, she know what they say Ain't no fun when a rabbit got a gun
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