Lyrics:
I told my baby daddy Fuck Him
Just take care yo kids I hope the next bitch can love you
And every since then I done been a cold motherfucker
Burn his
know I’m down to ride
Just like Old Jr. says, I just want to be great
Livin’ to my fullest pulling strings till they straight
My daddy taught me well,
cooks that crystal meth because his 'shine don't sell
You know he likes that money, he don't mind the smell
My cousin Roscoe, Slaton's oldest boy
cooks that crystal meth because his 'shine don't sell
You know he likes that money, he don't mind the smell
My cousin Roscoe, Slaton's oldest boy
don't sell
He cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell
You know he likes his money he don't mind the smell
My cousin Roscoe Slayton's
tips
But I never had a big bank, not back then
I kicked back and watched all my friends
Make big money, right in my face
And if you ever crossed
I'm calling you daddy, daddy
Can you be my daddy? Daddy
I need a daddy, daddy
Would you be my daddy
Come and make it Wayne down on me
Come
it's funny how things change, funny how time fly
More than my feet travel, the more that I feel fly
More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
songs on my album
Like "Day Doesn't Die" and "Inner Ninja"
Which became my biggest song I ever did
There's actually a lotta guys over the years
the life i lived
I dont wanna seem like im filthy rich
I got this watch from my daddy's dad and that fact is what i flex
Rounded by my homies prayin
we could joust
Make them niggas my squad
Fuck them, let's see how the ladies fare
Swerve on these bitches like I'm
Settin' my baby hair they feel
[DJ Khaled]
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
[Trick Daddy]
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City
niggas with riches
I tell 'em, "Get him," they say, "Yes, daddy"
And they don't care how we split it
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy
He hit
to Poseidon's trident and Zeus' lightnin' strike
And my metaphors are what Thor was to the Norse viking
I'm a born titan and at-point kill 'em like
up in my prime ball out like 23
Crank a song out then we on to the next one
Go in Album Mode I don't really gotta flex none
Rap game daddy n you gon
bitch the album coming
I know it probably got Em sweating like corona coming
I ran thru hell tortured Satan and had his demons running
They probably
to silence the lamb and show him who I am
So I just set it off on my competitor
Freakin the funk as I hit em with crazy metaphors
Like back up off me dukes,
Attention I need is medical
They rev me like an engine
I'm itchin' to get my antidote
So give me an inch and I'm into it like it's cantaloupe
Be girls, be
deliver, hits too make em quiver
Make em shiver, Q-tip couldn't flow if he was a river
And me, I'm sellin milli like runnin the mill
And like Big Daddy Kane
bad for my health
But myself, I stay fuckin' with y'all
Making hit's like my name was John Gotti
Like I got thugs and hired
Goons waiting in the lobby
compliment you like my Uncle Earl
I'm like tater tots, yeah I'm pretty hot
Cook 'em in the oven, make them feel like they're onto somethin'
Go to Dooley's, get
it
Yo the education of the Lon chicka Lonnie Lynn
Began, began with time
Being my bloodline is one with the divine
In time brother, you will
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
classy, gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
.jpg/200px-Loretta_Lynn_SXSW_2016_-8842_(33197871691).jpg "Loretta Lynn")
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