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scared
My family fuck around, lose me, it's gone be welfare
So lil' daddy I'mma hit you up later
They ridin' wit LSU shirts on in a blue Navigator

They

wouldn't take one day back to live it again

your daddy makes life look oh so hard
gives us grief about get in his car
another dead, but lets not sweat it

Sitting in my room.
With tears wiling in my eyes.
What did you expect.
Tell me how to feel inside.

It was once, 1 2 3.
Daddy bounced you on his

twenty dollars and it wasn't worth a buck
Hustled to a losman down Poppies Lane
By a Javanese guy in a tropical rainstorm
Lock up your daughters, I've been

for I go,
To the valley below.

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade.
He'll teach you how to pick an choose
And how to throw the blade.

apartment
this incredibly beautiful boy by my side
Shame on me
Shame on me

Shame on me
I keep forgetting what my mama said
She said
"No matter what you think

money whisper it all night
Moneys says

Little Ray walked home from school
Lost his bag with his shoes
Bet hes dad aint cool

Honey drove her daddys car

Hey, man, I don't feel like goin' to school no more
Me neither, they can't make you go, no you daddy, oh yeah

I ain't goin' to school, it starts too

in a basket, artificial like plastic
Isaac new-tone, Abraham Lincoln
Sugar daddy gone saturday drinking
Thinking like a king taking rap to Botswana
By

walks by 
But they look away
No one wants to be the friend he really needs does anybody see 
Or people finally goin notice when he tries to OD 

You are

in the dojo (in the dojo)
Mojo Jojo, kickin' in the dojo (in the dojo)
Mojo Jojo, kickin' in the dojo (in the dojo)

High right now, you can tell by

daddy where you goin, goin out again?|you keep messin ‘round town with your floozy little friends|why you always takin off in your truck?|i try

from Toronto |All the way to Tennessee |Daddy said to sing it loud|Go on, make your mama proud|Be want you're meant to be||When I bust out of my

bag, Gucci shoes, Louie V, Jimmy Choos
(L.A., L.A.)
Prada bag, Gucci shoes, Louie V, Jimmy Choos

Boy, you're a classy man
I could see by your Rolex

the name of public good
They taught me everything
Just like a daddy should

And you were beautiful and vulnerable
And power and success
God damn I fell

Jingle all the way oh what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh hey daddy
Everytime a bell rings a
Demon gets it's horns heil Santa
A day or two

was alone
Where was your mom and daddy
Not getting along?
And dating a bunch of strangers
That enter your home
Embarrassing killers cause now your
Kid

other girls, girls, girls

She look she's acting
Or beauty pageant
Booty fantastic
She causing traffic
Damn, she a baddie
Calling me daddy
I was gon'

flew her from Florida
She callin me daddy
That lil bitch my daughter
That bitch she foreign she
From 'cross the border
That bitch she bad, she gon let me

My daddy was a wise man
He said I would belong
Just have a little faith and trust
- where your heart is, is your home
You'll never be a loser

Ooh-mm, yeah
Living and dyin' by my name, yeah hello?
Jay Trench jump, jump, jump, jump

When I call, she come
When I call her, she come
When I call, she

talk neat
Talk with numbers see the African gene
Singin' like I'm Daddy Lumba
I don't sip no tea, I get the cake
I never crumble
A-C-ID, shrooms in

Kota, it get slimy
In that bottom by that blue house
Is where you find me it get grimy
This what they screamin'

Everybody screamin' slatt
But don't wanna

a case
She'll be right there with daddy bond money
I'm a bad boy combin'
Through this Sean money
Voice hard as concrete, words smooth as silk
Though pushed