Lyrics:
and bitch-ass
Cops don't get no props
Around my way we buck 'em
Down at the playground
The bitches in blue ain't worth shit, quick
Shorty get his gun and now we
sick like a virus
Ah, don't make me do it like my stylist
I hear Top Boy talk from a bunch of quarter-finalists
Real nigga livin' through a bitch
Yeah, look how I walk (Walk)
Yeah, look how I talk (Talk)
Rockin' Rick Owens (Rick)
VLone, my top (Top)
Real rockstar with a real rockstar bitch, she
Shawty wanna die with me, ride with me, we can get old
My daughter know her daddy mafioso
And when my brother died, I would've died with him
So when Chop
Uh
Yeah
Daddy's little princesses
Daddy's little princesses
I know my daughter's is my karma cause I womanize
So if I'm seeming overprotective don't
they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but
That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal
I just now got
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low
I'm a flirt and when she's with her man
Looking at me damn right, i'm a flirt
So homie don't bring your girl
My brothers talk money not Nonsense
Word to mommy
We stay in some fly shit
It's A blessing
Dont live in the Projects
Every night working Hard
Hello, my baby
Hello, my honey
Hello, my ragtime
Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my heart’s on fire
I might snatch yo mommy
I might snatch yo aunty
chain
If you're a rapper why is Kris your back up dancer like an extra on soul train
I see your mommy and your daddy in the front row
They must be
Reading minds never read
Tasting danger with each word I say
Waging a war inside my head
Standing in the darkness
Waiting for the light
The smell
me
Fake love why they gotta show me
When I'm Stoney yeah I post by my lonely
I get the cheese macaroni
And I get the guap guacamole
Diamonds balling
daddy)
I can be your sugar daddy (Jerome, check it out)
And you can be my babylove (ay, this don't look like you)
She's checked, Morris
Come on in
bitch)
By time you catch up, I'll be on that next shit (skrrt)
Bitches worried 'bout what I don't post (why?)
The only time you turnt, ho, is when I go
Same niggas I just can't fool with
Niggas got guns and ready to use it
So I'm trapped up against the wall
Watchin' y'all niggas plottin' on me
Tryin'
they lose it,
They mommy and daddy wanna ban me, I'm loud like a wild banshee,
I'm rowdy and antsy maybe that's why they can't stand me for real,
remains that we owns that rap game.
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang.
Bone be me gang.
Flesh:
We runnin' with no hoes, and the bigger
to stay down play my role
Lil bih shut up, give me throat
(Damn)
Shut up, give me woah damn
Girl, you give me hope
(Yeah)
Paint all her all white like
don't run
And my dog stay bustin his gun
Think that gettin' caught by justices is fun
Keep a blade up in they gums
This is Harlem, where the fuck is
Michael Bay
Gettin' buck in bitch no Tampa Bay
I'm ya daddy, that's what yo kid mommy say
'Cause I ate her poonani like fish fillet
I doctored this beat, my
little gal
Daddy's little gal
Yo
And she loves Dada, there's no one above Dada
Dada stands for Big Dada
It's my duty, I'm back with a banger
I'm a real
don't even test son
Unless you wanna catch a fresh one
Now who out there wanna fuck around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-fifty
We got
suckin' in the fak house,Them cluckas and them crackheads, yo, tidying the crack house,Me with my homies in Che, we be ruling the fak house,The fucking
inside my coffee cup
Kept crying out
Ringing in my ears
[Chorus]
Don't cry, daddy
Daddy, please don't cry
Daddy, you've still got me and little
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