Lyrics:
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
you just ain't got nobody
Since you gone and lost your head
Rigor mortise has set in, daddy
Jack, you're dead
What's the use of havin' muscles
If your
off,
And he's got your ride!"
Black cats, they don't bother me
I smile in bad company
And I'm cool as the day is long
But takin' my car, daddy
washed that shit off or whatever
(Ohhh shit!)
[Puff Daddy] Come on, yeah (repeat 10X)
Uhh, I go, on and on and on and
then take her to the crib and let
[Puff Daddy]
Ladies and gentleman
(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
One-two, this thing on right here
(We ain't gonna stop)
Beep!
Trick Daddy
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold-digging for
tonight
So I granted her wish
Now Daddy's home
But she's been waitin all night so we could be all alone
This is an everyday thing so we hang out by
Put a dead cat on the railroad tracks
When the wolf bains blooming by the tressle
And get the eyeball of a rooster
And the stones from a ditch
a Trailerload with Shabba
More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show
on, and a
Hundred-dollar hat
He was standing on the sidewalk
By a DynaFlow
When a voice within said
"C'mon daddy, let's go"
It should've been me
Die G dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
The tip of his dick
Biggie Smalls with the Wickedest shit
Spit clips, niggas split like bananas
Flavour like
off,
And he's got your ride!"
Black cats, they don't bother me
I smile in bad company
And I'm cool as the day is long
But takin' my car, daddy
Play a ting called "Trash and Ready"
Written by Mr cat the Wild Apache
The man called
The greatest selectah ah di equator
Can't cross the border cah
smashin'
Drop these dots, ain't none of them lasting
Drop the dot, doo-doo they ass
How I'm end up with racks, by not playin' with pussy cats
dat nigga
Hey baby
What's happenin', honey?
How you doin'?
I miss you
The kids keep askin' where's their papa?
I had to tell 'em daddy got
I was born in Cincinnati
My daddy worked on the river
The work dried up back around that time
And he took us down to West Virginia
See my night
that
Hard work, a little fun
Nap with my cat, avoid the sun
Just want to leave
Fly naked and be free
Look down at my former self
Say hey baby, you don't
Rotten
Pig flesh
Made by
Daddy mummy
From
Winky
Wonk mans
Lair
Where it is
Very
White and long
Later that day
The big wonk of fish
Made its way into
They're really rocking in Boston
Pittsburgh, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
Down in Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Down in New Orleans
All the cats
named the broad a Doja Cat
Bet your brows just raised
I guess you look for me
Flow so dirty how
How I wipe the record clean
Martin Luther King
How I
tropics, I’ll manifest this and I’ll seal it and lock it
And what if My son thinks Im awesome by 2, like daddy they’re clapping they’re clapping for you,
you just ain't got nobody
Since you gone and lost your head
Rigor mortis has set in, daddy
Jack, you're dead
What's the use of havin' muscles
When your
cities like New York and L.A. need some action
Channel 2 support the best rap on the NBA basketball court
Champion when I rap large, cats with champion
reality happy I stopped
Letting niggas ruin my world impressed by niggas trying to school this baby
Girl I was fucking too early
15 knowing money was
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