Lyrics:
Gella from daddy
But he ain't even your daddy!
Oh u rich from the Addy?
I made my money you mad, B?
From that zig zag round three
LA (not the Valley!)
I
[Puff Daddy]
Yo Puff Daddy
Get off me
Ladies & gentlemen
You're about to witness something that you've never witnessed before
Sauce Money's in
worry baby)
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I'll put you in
momma (hell no)
No, Daddy doesn't fuck with my momma
Oh, hello son, I really wish I knew you
I'm your father you'll probably never be introduced
to me
I'm not a mommy's girl she don't know when I'm in beef (Un un)
Yo mama be in everything bitch you must be weak (Un huh)
If you was bout it bout
young man)
Daddy's home
(And I know I missed so much of your life)
Turn me up (Mario)
Yeah
Niggas know they need to stop
I'm standing at the top,
young man)
Daddy's home
(And I know I missed so much of your life)
Turn me up (Mario)
Yeah
Know they need to stop
I'm standing at the top, that's
then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be fucking with you'se better off, dead
Is what I say, best run the other way
In case of physical
back, family dressed in black
Plus it's hot now, the cops outside, it's hard to flip a pack
And my daughter gotta eat
Her mama be stressing me like I
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad
mad that I popped (Jesus)
F- a car, five houses like, "Look what I copped" (Lord)
Devil like, "Jesus Christ, he gotta be stopped"
I don't say
last
I'm up all night
You're driving by
Sometimes I wish I could just scream at you
But I don't
And you turn your back and leave me there alone
You look
Angry Black Man; what you mad about?
You free, nigga, better be glad ya out
Gave the chains and the whips and the massa's house
And now you won't
they must have hid a half a ounce on me
Momma mad as a mother', daddy let him be
Gucci Mane, raised me to be a straight up G
Now my daddy hustle
Bitches lil mad, big mad
Cause these fellas give me
Big bags, new tags, good gas
Don't fuck with me
Before I fuck ya daddy
If you feeling froggy
gleam
You don't think I know you noticing me
Come on get closer to be
Be bold take a dose of the Eve
If you're ready for your part
Cause I'm ?bout
a rule I abide by
Give me time I'm gone shine
I'm the sign that you asked for
Prayed for and wished for
Be careful what you wish for
Hennessy imported
Mmm, mmm, mmm (better stop playin' with me)
(Bitch better stop playin' with me)
Bitter, oh, mad at me, mad at my nigga (better stop playin' with
Boujee bad vibe, from the East Coast (East Coast)
She told me that she loved me, I don't think so (think so)
Move your lil' body, wanna beat slow
ain't really happy for me, you mad that I popped (Jesus)
F- a car, five houses like, "Look what I copped" (Lord)
Devil like, "Jesus Christ, he gotta be
her
And she took me from my girl powder
I doubt I'll ever be the same, hallowed be thy name
Give me strength so I don't do this dame like Orenthal James
coming, like iam
By the time I'm done, shit looks like ham
Fuck fucking you, Imma fuck your man
I'm not gay I just do it out of spite fam
Don't kill
for
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad for
Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
I don't believe it
Hello?
Whose dick you sucking?
Don't call me with that bullshit, alright?
You lying, you lying to me, D
Yeah, exactly
Whose
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