Lyrics:
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
quick and he's nimble (nom, nom, nom)
He my little sweetheart (mm), my-my sugar daddy (okay)
Put the cream in my coffee just to keep me happy
Twix, we
kinda cheesy
She's her daddy's girl, oh so fine
Do anything in this world, to make her mine
We'll sip a lil' wine
Talk and see what this is all about
Like a little girl spinning circles in the sunlight,
On her tiptoes catching fireflies
With her daddy in the moonlight
Now she’s crossed the river
it's hot and call me daddy Saezy
Girl I promise I could make you happy daily, oh oh
Let me tell you a little secret
Heart been played before so I'm
[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]
I ain't the type of nigga, who get a little bit of cheddar
And start hanging on the beach and think he better than the next nigga
Breakdance, shell-toe-Adidas and leather-hat-wearin
Now the girls was starin and the props was ffffat
Now at the parties when the bass would pound out
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
because
They don't know they babys daddy
Girl you gotta do your dirty laundry wash them panties
And take responsibility for that creeping with no condom
Here comes the life of American Dream
Hustled the streets as he murdered and schemed
She took her life she was only Fifteen
Daddy's little girl Jesus
Daddy came over on the boat from France
Port St. Augustine
He hit out north by northwest
Blue Ridge Mountains
Cherokee
He met an Indian girl
She was
I need
All your
Time so
I can
Rewind
When you
Walk by
Watch you
Please me
You know
You need me
I see
Imma
Watch you
Freely
Gyrate
Daddy said he like
Yeah what
I'm going in
You must not know about me
Some call me J
Some call me Daddy
I be in the cut just cooking up beats
I ain't worried bout
empty since my daddy wasn't with me, shoot,
I wasn't picky I'd take any male figure you
Stepped in at the right time,
It's 'cuz of you that I write rhymes
little nigga, tell em
How you do the shit, how you kill lil niggas
Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's
Rode in a black Bentley member
I had a 10 speed
the sun sun make ya cum cum Don't run run
Girl put that thang on me, yeah
I see that thong bae
Matching lingerie
A little role-play, a little foreplay With
I was a girl at my daddy's side
Papa, the royal mortician
Revealed to me in secret signs
The mark of the magician
And daddy was no dummy
Did
that it never kill me
It can get you real weak
But fuck it I'm a little G
My baby girl thought I was
Fucking every little freak
But darling, I was raised
see where I'm at
But baby girl got tired, and I would never see my daddy
All the boys were liars, and they were always getting at me
You see I tried
CLEAR BLUE WRAPPERS|NOT A SINGLE MINUS SIGN|SHE'S PRAYING TO THE PORCELAIN GODS|HE'S PALE WHITE BY THE SINK|HE'S GONNA HAVE TO FIND HIM A REAL
Two little children a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
Two little children a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
around
Nine minutes later little girl makes a sound
She looks like her mother
Wrapped up in that cover
From then on out she made a promise to her self
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