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Who's Ya Daddy

Juvenile

Reality Check

2006

ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?

Your big, fine, don't be scared, put your hands up
Give me a minute, you ain't gotta give your man up
In a relationship,

that's big racks bad lil' bunny she a quick snack
If I took her than you can't get your bitch back
In the back of lack, getting Brainiac I be mack'n I be

on the bus
Ion fuck with these niggas they just want some clout
Better watch yo tone lil nigga watch your mouth ima
real trap nigga ion fw the hoopla
I got

co-dees
Shot that boy off his bike, he was livin' like Jody
She put lips on the dick, I call her my lil' Jolie
Stuffin dick in her mouth, yeah, I feel like

My Ways - Stacks Sinatra
Written by: Jahvon Bromfield

(Hook)

Gettin this change, stuck in my ways
Sexy lil thang, loving my taste
Don’t know her

your girl alone
I got more game, but girls believe me
I have a sweat before that you could see me
Could it be I'm about to be on TV
Because I'm hated by

Shoot him in the stomach put this nigga in a shit bag
How you up a pole and get smack get yo get back
Run up with ya homies Lil nigga you can get

thinking, they trippin', nigga, I'm not gentle
Just pick your poison, youngin', got these sticks, I reassemble, huh
Yeah, she slurpin' me up, bitch, I'm in

Sugar

Flo Rida

NRJ Summer Hits Only 2009

2009

it off.
Put my tongue in your face
A little mistletoe, sippin' Grand Marnier I'm a fan all day.
Do me that favor, cause I like your flavor.
My

drop the mic, he fell off
Mahn I been getting racks feelin' like 4PF
Say lil' bitch, I'm with your bitch, we up in LA
Say lil' bitch, we in my crib, we

you can’t tempt me
So far detached from the city you can’t envy
I need Saint Nick with me when I leave the bags heavy
And I stand by this lil tune was

the morning-after pill
Just incase i survive
But I got's to say "Hi!"
And I got's to stay fly
Go by your house pull out my dick
And poke your mother in the eye

'B'

straight miss me
I don't give a single fuck about you or your feelings
Poppin off at the mouth shattering your fragility
With a demonic and toxic force

from a show or a rhyme
Well it beats retail almost every single time
The type of little shit that makes me wanna put a gun in mouth
And pull the mother

where the love at
You cats see life it's so complex you make it hard for self
So through actual facts, I feel is my duty to spit
It's all in your mind,

much runts
Got me coughing up a lung

Who the fuck is you lil bitch
Ion know your name
Choppas in the cut but the glocks got hella range
Ima fuck that

do not rap but I got shit to say from the past back when I was a dope fiend
Up in the trap for a year and a day getting fed by the mouth all

my town
Niggas be hating
Just runnin' they mouth
Some of my niggas will run in your house
Out on the block 'til the sun going down
Some of my friends

blade in my hand that’s what I mean by drip

Off rip big stick hit you like a kick flip

Smoke a zip in a spliff bet you never heard this

Or that you

Mattyboe in this mu'fucka
Run that shit

Gucci flip flops make the pussy pop
Just copped a new chain & a new glock
Keep your head on the swivel cuz

need you by my side, yeah
Take a lil' time, yeah, yeah
How could I see it on your mind? Yeah
Why would I lie? Yeah, yeah
Know that I need you by my

running in place
I was running in place now I'm moving away
Told my homie catch me in the 818
Kinda nervous on a date
Greedy lil bitch finish what's on your

the dopamine
Pure dope for the dopamine
Pure dope for the dopamine
You're a dope for the dopamine
Lil dote catch you by the throat
Fuck till love is old
Feeling

hoe in my truck
How you tryna cross me out then say you love me?
Fuck the hell you talkin' 'bout, you ain't there for us
If I get on your head I