Lyrics:
of the time I be lit by myself
Nice with the aim shootin like Steph
All these drugs I be killin myself
Stay on that drank and I'm feeling myself
Most
at a certified P.F.L.
You want to be like me? I don't think you can
Your girlfriend loves you, need to be her man
She never told you how she was a Too Short fan
a Brazilian
Told her daddy that she like Mack!
I’m a real musician. No technician.
Bish I write raps.
Youngin off da meter. Fall in love w my demeanor.
I
Freak tape yeah yeah oh uh huh
Too many times I seen you walking by
Not one of them of times you stopped and said hi
You way to beautiful is you
to daddy
And never compromise
Girl, I'm always with you
In any weather
You know ama stand by you forever
Coz you're my baby
You're my goal getter
Yeh
I need
Yo, waddup Auckland?
I gotta lot of love for you
But this one
I don't know. "What is it? What is it?"
Bitch, it's about you
You bitches in the city
daddy baby girl I need to know
Baby girl I'm too conceded to be stuntin on you
Girl make your mind tell me what you want do
Falling deeper in this love in
to say that I love you
When he sleep by the heater he on
He feeling deceived when he feel a alarm
So many drugs you don’t know what he on
A Dusse a 5th he
Wishing I could curse at you
For all the broken promises and the dumb ass side bitches
You could've been daddy to my children
Now I'm just stuck
Forced me to get work
On apps they ask if you ever been to jail,
like if I say yes you'll hire me
NIGGA DON'T LIE TO ME!!!
I gotta lil sister that's nine
of
Ecstasy
Past the threshold, of
My sanity
Daddy is rough with me
But, he loves me
It’s special
He’s different
Every-time
He keeps me
On my knees
Happily
I
Better watch who you around
Cause some ppl ain’t real
Youngin came from the bottom
So he know what it is
Use to watch paid and full
Now I’m living
high off me
I ain't saying nothing but I'm saying, you don't see?
I'm protected by the key, nigga (ANKH)
Protected by the key, nigga (ANKH)
I
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
fine
Oh lord what a pretty gold dime
And i tell you hundred sixty five times
Your love issa merry go round
Olorun
Oh yea yea
A say she call me daddy yo
betcha never thought you would here it like this
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
a hole so bad I ain't have rations
I hurt and I know what you went through
Yours probably felt like a rocket to a pistol
Left you by yourself let you deal
just 'cause you were my brother
We had suffered through some similar catastrophes
And our capacity to grow was smothered by some numbers
And I'm loving
Help!
She was screaming out for help
Help!
She was screaming out for help
Besides her daddy issues, she ain't really need you, sucker
You could have had
back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love you, honey
Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old, he's
back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love you, honey
Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old, he's
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe the feeling, for real
Baby, I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you
You, glory (oh
bed
He said, ''Mommy, will you marry me?''
And this is what she said.
''I'm already taken
You spoke up to late
I love your daddy, son,
So you'll just
I stood around to fight when it was better off to run
A message to my daughter, daddy ain't make you
But sometimes in life blood ain't thicker than
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