Lyrics:
Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow in the E-Class with the goggles
'96 model, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell 'em how we roll) cruise control
Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow in the E-Class with the goggles
'96 model, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell 'em how we roll) cruise control
those bitches
I saw mommy fuckin' Eazy-E.
Close the door little bitch
I'm gettin' these draws.
I'm a tell my daddy if ya ass don't stop.
I
Brooklyn trains painted with graffiti juice
Got fiends on the block laid out by rock
Then Coogi wearing foos rob and mugging for shoes
DJ's everywhere
born into this world
Ran by a little rectangular papers
You're so mean until you see all the green
Daddy's little girl until he
Takes away your money
here bears don't cry
I'll sing you a lullaby
Shut your little tender eye
As we let life pass us by
I will be your guiding light
Teach you all your wrong
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
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
Little girl, little girl what have I done
To make you treat me so
You have caused me to weep
You have caused me to moan
You have caused me to leave
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks
the 13th, I'ma play Jason
No type of joke, gag, game, puzzle or riddle
The name is Big Daddy, yes Big not little
So define it
Here's your walking papers,
(Didn't your Mama tell you how to behave,girl?
Didn't your Daddy tell you not to wear that little thing?)
Been told you never get something for
daddy girl
It's time for lunch, got a hunch
By the way you lookin'
You want to make it with me
So grab a plate, it's a date
We can get to cookin'
Clap your hands everybody
And everybody just clap your hands
Fly girls, clap your hands
Fly guys, clap your hands
Well, if you're feeling
Clap your hands everybody
And everybody just clap your hands
Fly girls, clap your hands
Fly guys, clap your hands
Well, if you're feeling
Inni minni moe I wonder if mini know
That mickie spending what they own
I'm serving them fucking cheese on a stick and little's known
About the price
not no motherfuckin phony
Hanging out with my girl
When she's honing
Don't you know about me and Bimba Jones
Stoney likes to see
Pure music joints
wish the time away
Oh my Milly my little girl you’ll stay
You can close your eyes to your daddy's humming
As he pulls you in close for a kiss goodnight
girl?)
Love (I love this shit)
Love this (Be-atch!!)
[Daz Dillinger]
She was a betty I done knew back in the day
Little scary lil' bitch from around
in the front they in the backseat
And I’m still the same pretty girl
Macking niggas out they cash and making toes curl
But I still work a 9-5, college
Tap to get it
Tap to get it poppin'
Tap to get it
Tap to get it poppin'
Won't lose sleep
For the things you do
Daddy's little girl
And you know it's
bitch yea
I just want a bad bitch
Low self-esteem with some daddy issues
Yo I go by Aireq Jonsin
(Wooh) Thank you
Y'all can find me everywhere
A I R E Q
thought he might lose his mind.
They got married on V.E. Day
By the preacher from my mama's church
Mama'd always dreamed of a honeymoon
But daddy had
the body wey you carry
The baka wey you carry
O girl say e heavy like lorry
Oh Girl say na you i go marry
Oh Girl you dey high me like poly
Beanie Soulja Pon
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