Lyrics:
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
still abandon spots
Sippin henny in the Bentley
Playing crash and cop
By the dollar daddy up my stash is stocked
Got him gaspin' steady asking
When
was sleeping in that Yota passing out flyers out to frats
I’m in Miami with a piece of paper scan for all my @’s
I did every open mic around
Heard you ain't recognized
Its been a long time ya prime
Thought you white wine but you was all kinds
Pick you up in my whip and by your hips
Staring
First 48, Momma she dread
Used to watch it before she went to bed
Paranoid when I ain't come in by 12
Scared 12 would bring me in full of lead
First
Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
can play the mama and I'll be the daddy (let's play house)
And I'll be the daddy that runs the house, straight up
I'm in the shack 'bout to blaze up
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
In Miami and the owls with me like they just put my ass in
How'd'ya like a mansion in Manhattan
And a cosy cottage by the sea?
How'd'ya like to dress in silk and satin?
Baby, have a little dream on me
How'd
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
bitch, real raw, no pausing
No condom,
Digging nails in my back, she mauling
Calling my name, call me daddy, we ain’t talking
Am I to blame? She
keep it a C note
Got shooters down in Miami, they throw it like Dan Marino
Huh
Rozay
Had a couple seizures, call 'em minor setbacks
Everybody prayin'
slaughter (facts)
I made a fifty now I want a hunnid, a billi', it go in that order (facts)
Ah
Daddy died by a .44, I be livin' like a warlord
'Member I
exist in these streets
I'm yo daddy, I'm a magi, and my baby is unique
No yes, maybe
If you shady I can tell right when we meet
Ain't no west craven I'm
Drug addicted rock star
Crippled by a monkey wrench
The burning bed man of circumstance and consequence
There's a whole in the world in the Great
where birds fly (fly)
From Miami by way of Cuba (let's get i) to whoever wants to get that high (high)
There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
Pro-jects,
hoodrat needs home training
Ghetto-ass always complaining
Tryin' to clown in front of my friends
By the way, bitch, can I get those ends?
Fuck
pass Kareem
By the time this song drop, your baby daddy still gon' have zero dollars in his pocket
Fuckin' on this bitch with a section 8 Voucher
She in
Mommy! Daddy! It's Halloween, baby!
Let's get this candy
Got my costume on. Lookin' good.
It's Halloween, baby!
Spooky ghost flying into the--
the wrapper of candy
She call me Daddy
Pass her to bro so we keep it all in the family
She used to live Miami
Came over here with no panies
We just met
a bitch my nigga (gossip)
I'm in the trap cookin' fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin' so fuck it let's hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my
[Trick Daddy]
Our father who art in heaven
Thank you Lord
Lord thank you Lord
[Trick Daddy speaking over chorus]
That's right
y'all could
met her in Miami by the pool and
My closet, so big we can play hoop in
Got your bitch in my living
Room and she droolin’ damn
Y'all ain’t killing shit
been driven by attraction
In a strong way
Your body is bangin baby I love
It when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy sugar now
Tell me how you want
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