Lyrics:
(Right...)
cnd if your broke, why you not trying to pick up the
pieces (none of yall, none of them wanna fuck with us)
Ya dig
Stretch ya imagination a little
T-are-you ya heard me
Your daddy dollars y'all huh
See-murda, Trick Daddy, No Limit, Slip 'N Slide
Whatever, uh huh, watch em
Watch
bad dads
Cops with bad badges big bullets
No "my bad"'s when them guns shoot you
Mykestro, I might go out as the Mike Jordan
Lacing my Jordans
I had a partner named Courtney
Dead, pulled by a van, blood gone from his head
I had another partner named Terry
Dead, he tried to flee the scene
Follow me
Out of the monotony welcome into prophecy
This is where your higher self finds its homogeny
With the lower self and combines the cacophony
hoe on the ranch, I spray and smell dogs by the branch
Keep a broad doin splits, next gon' be doin the clit
One girl gone so bad, want me to Western
beat it to bed yea
Lil bitch I said what I said
She said daddy don't stop I said bitch make it spread yea
Do that lil trick with your leg yea
Bitch I
remembered by your son, uh, yeah
To be remembered by generations to come
You a fool
You won't be remembered by your son
Nonsense, nonsense
I said
heard
if you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred
served with a cherry on top
Rage in effect I just begun to rock
Yeah rock on witcha bad self
from word of mouth
Hottest niggas out
Alot better, the shit's too strong
I'm home now, daddy's been gone too long
What you niggas want
Wanna talk
No honey
Wow! Here is your boy right now with
About 20 of his new best friends
The cops start getting out of the cars
And ready their weapons
I'm
You're the son of that Indian scum
If you value your hide then you better abide
By the white man's rules here in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like
an old dog new tricks
Tell your momma your daddy done quit his drinkin'
Tell your momma your daddy done found the Lord
Tell your momma your daddy done
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
Daddy Ain’t Gone, Mama Left But Daddy But Daddy’s Home,
Verse 2
Took my heart took my soul took my kids dat Ill neva let go, intertwined with a hoe
home
Now that daddy's gone
{Scarface:}
Daddy broke before I stepped in this muthafucka
And left the job to be done by my mother's
disrespect but it is what it is
Gets the ich and forgets what self respect is
Half the time shes begging to make amends with her family
And daddy aways falls
So profound
You saved your
Son from drowning
Walked on water
The Most High
Gone shut it down
I'm feeling like a King
Yo wear the crown
I'm with
that like you believe crack kills
(Fuckin' with the midst of my comrades)
You stupid mothafuckas!
You must be so so crazy
Bitch, I'll beat your boy bad
on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me
We veterans so it's better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
style me
Yuh cya style a styler
Me look me self inna the mirror
Pree the bigger picture
Already planning me future with me girlfriend Ronnia
(But)
Daddy
Gunshots hereditary, get your daddy buried
With my march, got out of prison February
Cold game, ménage à trois and my gold chain
Bad Boy, Buggatis in all
will
Listen slowly I'll let you know the deal
Lying ass play the judge with your crying ass
You had your nose wide open when you saw the cash
Grimy
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