Lyrics:
Hush now, baby, don't you cry
You'll be an angel by and by
Come on, baby, along with me
Take you back to Tennessee
Don't you rock him, Daddy-o
Daddy, daddy, please buy me a sweet
I know you got money
I want that big chocolate bunny
In my mother-fucking tummy
Come on daddy, buy me that
off your little training bra
Don't you understand me?
I'm gonna take off you little maroon hot pants
I'm gonna get down on my knees, baby, dont
to someone
it's sorry this and forgive me that and I'm not worthy. What
are you doing now!?
ARTHUR: I'm averting my eyes, oh Lord.
GOD: Well, don't. It's
you to tell me I'm in the band please)
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am)
Right or wrong I sing my song the best I can
I don't need
And you got your daddy and you know who your daddy is don't you?
Fuck that
If you want to play you answer me who's your daddy when I ask you
Who is your
a boat, and I don't even know how to drive it
But it's all gravy, I just coast on autopilot
I'm on another coast, you ain't even in my time zone
By
then. Paul, since I traveled the country for 3 years, 'n they said they could not understand me. Maybe I could make a good rock star. I don't know. Heh
Say, boo, what's happenin'?
I need you to come see me on Saturday, alright?
Got this plan I need to run by, 'kay?
Alright, daddy love you too
a H-O-T Boy (believe that daddy)
You a pimp, you got them hoes (believe that daddy)
That's that weed smell in your clothes (believe that daddy)
Bet
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
box, they'll stuff you, fuck you, I am not the tussle
Niggas don't know me, I'm Detroit's king nigga, bow
Rock City's where the niggas pimp hoes
box, they'll stuff you, fuck you, I am not the tussle
Niggas don't know me, I'm Detroit's king nigga, bow
Rock City's where the niggas pimp hoes
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Smack booked me twice
Got you pussies tight
But look it's like I don't really
Give a fuck Jaz The Rapper
You know how Jaz The Rapper don't really
Fuck so
right?!
(Beat Change) V21 Woman 3
Same here!
V22 Woman 4
Me too!
V23 Woman 1
My husband said,
Dear woman, “you’re out of your head!”
(Beat Change) V
P-phone
I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalming
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
P-phone
I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalming
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
Just to watch you veg
Me and Ryan Gosling got somethin' in common
We both fly as fuck and rock with the Mormons
She wormin' that shit with that shit in
And see lately
All I've been doin' is celebratin'
Don't even know what I'm celebratin'
I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' natethin'
And You Fellas Who Don't Know My Game
Yes I'm Called The Prnce of Soul
But Others Call Me The Kid Creole
The MC Delight, Young Ladies Bite
When I'm
in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me
I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots
And fiends that smoke rocks
I've seen far too many niggas'
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