Lyrics:
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
daddy's little girl I looked up up up to see you run run away
I'd sit there by the window and just wait wait wait
my heart would break break break again
CH
it's gone
Her dances and the plays that she puts on
She warmed my heart
With each one
Daddy's little girl
As the years pass by
Know you'll always be
nigga man
Ain't do shit in high school but worry bout the same girls for years
They can't touch us now
J Lane what up
I don't need to say anything to you
There's two things I know for sure.
She was sent here from heaven, and she's daddys little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,
She
take you through my childhood, step by step
Daddy always told me to maintain my rep though
Daddy was a dog, he ain't raise no punks
In the midst
carrying these one's I want hundreds and all the fifties
To throw em in the air
And with a hustle like Jay Z
Mind on J. Cole
Ass on J-Lo
But the flows all me
here a little later on
You know out in the country don't make no plans
Grab a pretty girl, take her by the hand
Rockin' out all night and roll back
Yeah
Yeah man
Ayy Polo, they ain't ready for this one
Let's go
You want me to get you something, daddy?
Ayy girl, yeah you da business
So
Everything na vibes when you a toxic nigga
Slingin dick, providing affection, stand by with the attention
You my girl just ain’t no title
I make
make ya jump, jump
A Daddy Mac will make ya jump, jump
Kris Kross will make ya jump, jump
I like my stuff knockin' knockin'
I love it when a girl
would your Daddy do if he knew
You gave me a little kiss
(Like this)
Now I wanna do it a million more times
So baby, put your lips on mine
Maybe down by
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
couldn't stop getting them sacks
Feeling like Ray Lewis the way I flipped the quarterback
But I'm humble like J Cole can't floss to show my racks
But I'm
shoulda shot him
Cause after I got 'em it was over
Now niggas get lucky like a four-leaf clover
On daddy's little girl
She keeps nuts in her mouth like
And bust you in the mouth
Find the girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I filled the turkey up with the stuffing
Like
You know I'm coming over (yeah daddy)
Yeah
You know that you like it girl (yeah)
When I get down when I kiss it girl (touch me right there daddy
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
as nice
J-cole is the only rapper I would never sacrifice
Jermaine you the best I can say it Undoubtingly
Imma make a milli with you because they got some
time am I that old
I been working so hard for my main goal
I just cried a little when listen to J cole (okay)
(bridge)
Why does doing wrong always feel
know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I'm
How far is heaven, let's go tonight
I want my daddy to hold me tight
A little girl was waiting for her daddy one day
It was time to meet him,
How far is heaven, let's go tonight
I want my daddy to hold me tight
A little girl was waiting for her daddy one day
It was time to meet him,
cause I'm yo daddy, son
Two
Yeah, pussy thought you took me
Want a cookie? Cause nobody seems to care
So what's the fuss 'bout
Turn your girl's mouth
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