Lyrics:
kid be playing tricks on me, no sweets before bed
Now, when you go to sleep, your lil bitch come and give me head
Come outside now with your blicky
I'm
set of lips
Put your juice on my stick, first, let me get a sip
Quick, no Trick Daddy, but daddy got dollars
Ain't that why you wanna be my baby
Now lemme break down my life diary
Multi cultural family with a racist white daddy
How dat happen
I was brought up by some real G's
They weren't crips
Weight checks and welfare
Every man gone for self there
Still might need to borrow your medicade card for health care
Yeah if you never got knocked then
there just food stamps
Weight checks and welfare
Every man gone for self there
Still might need to borrow your medicade card for health care
Yeah if
to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts
Wussup mista trick
Do you wanna get with this
Pimp type ass bitch down with the Triple 6
My Lexus
carries a yearning for more
Four more gone under when four-fours spit fire
Inspired by two-fours and two-sixes ingested
On weekends, trends advertised
yeah the money gone fold
I know it come and it go
I'm tryna bargain with God
I'm thinking bout selling my soul
But is he gone by the shit back
Fuck
carried last year with your new born
Now you trying to transfer all that energy then use some
And if your other baby daddy doesn't like my new song
Then he
Ceaser, go ask your homie how I'll leave you
Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't play around with real G's
Quick
joy!..
Wind me up I just want to play with you, your my sex toy
I don't think you know what you do to me, ya turn me on!..
Do those freaky things that you
leaving savages to roam in the streets
live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
smoke
with bitches
That be bad and wishing for the fame and recognition
There on a mission for self, baby
Were like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep
We
daddy spoil
Tega just threw a word Dee Wayne Dey with me by seven
Forget church packaging all man still wan go the heaven
But you see these girls, go Dey
Size em up, don't never let em outta line
Can't be scared to hit decline
Sleep and hit fast forward
That's how life gone pass you by
Remembering those
She gon' start that cycle again
How you claimin' that bitch when she with him, come again 'cause
[Chorus]
Daddy fat sex, my balls are on your
[Child:] Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
[Mother:] I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He's just stand by the goddamn
you played with a savage
See, she gotta do too much just to hang with a boss
Just to fuck with a baddie
I beat then he dead
I stunt like my daddy
hoes gone back door
Free game lame nigga I could tell ya how it go
Uh Got it by default
It ain't my fault I could smash your hoe
Niggas beefing with me
your cake and eat it too
Don't keep it G with nobody
You just be playing with your food
See through your tactics and disguises
I'm sorry daddy made you
know she dead wrong,
Thinking bout what she said now my thoughts running long,
By the end of this pain all my feelings all gone,
Picking these bills so
the air and that blunt really fat
Walk by a nigga I grab on that ass
Go hit these plays then I go hit the dash
And you call me daddy
But I’m not your dad
EVER WANNA FACE OFF
STOPPED IN THE AIRPORT BY THE DEA
TALKIN BOUT LARGE CASH TOOK 16K
KEPT IT 4.0 LIKE A GPA
IM IN ROUTE WITH IT NOW WATS YA ETA
her
(I ain't fucking with her)
Using my kids to treat me like a sucker nigga
Look how the chips fall
I went from having your face on my shirt
To kicking
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