Lyrics:
get bigger.....(woo woo woo) im PK and Daddy Z im Daddy Zemus (pruh pruh pruh)
im Daddy Zemus (Yah yah yah) im Daddy Zemus
Only differnce my addidas
sugar daddy
Cause your my sugar sugar sugar sugar sugar
Say what say what
Paula in the house
No tricks that's my sugar daddy
Yeah Southern Pimp Playaz in
onto mi
For, everywhere mi go
Dem man want swap onto mi
For, some a dem a talk
'bout mi a madman pickney
But, true, dem have to find out my identity
Mi
bout dam, mi a worry bout miself and mi picky
live life to the fullest nah men the pussy ole dam trick mi
(no way) mi have some real friend by mi side
trying to wake you up
At your wake motherfucker
Black mass, black gloves, duct tape, AK
We always do it big around here baby ba-by!
That's dem Miami boyz
cya understand it
Once wi link up dem a head fi di zip
One by one, cross dem off a di list
Inna mi bed, show off couple tricks
Silly rabbit, not for
slap your clit
But ain't no way that I'ma lick yo' shit
Tell 'em what she is Short Dog (Be-itch!)
[Chorus - 2x]
[Trick Daddy]
I love, gettin my thug
My mind playing tricks controlled by these racist
A prisoner in a systematic matrix
My mind playing tricks controlled by these racist
A prisoner in
go fly you go adventure like Tintin
Malo moto peem peem
It's private jet no be dream thing
No be film trick oh
Say
Dem day call me daddy now
All
you want a piece of the rock, trick, go to Prudential
Cause I rock a buyer babe on the treetop
And when the wind blows, my dick'll get hard,
My Baby wan hang out for London
I give her that something from Jamaica
You resemble chin Chong from Hong Kong
But your mummy and daddy na Nigerian
Baby
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
[Verse One - Trick Daddy]
Half step pussy ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I
Skip and go round dem
I was sent by the king no you cant stop my ting my yout
Skip and go round dem
Consciousness me a sing dat ago raise up mi ting
Daddy Daddy Daddy
Hunnit K add a OH
Bow tie Tuxed OH
Gang Gang no Guid-OH
We win the Creed-OH
Places we be in dem places, angels dirty faces, Al Capone is
These are the days
[Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)]
(These are the days)
These are the days (when we parlay)
When we parlayed (just me and my team)
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
the house and get nasty
I spit the real game i rode her in my caddy
When she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if ya tell me you
A player
dem family we ride
Ride Right
Well Everytings alright
Highway King
Soufside Son
lil niggaz come
cnd live by the gun
He got his 992s
So he
clown, don't talk to me
Like that, looking stupid of course.
Living day by day and you ain't hard.
Trick, hell you say?
It's such a blessing when my
govern di planet
When mi plan it, my flow dem Itonic
Dem can go beyond it
Mi lyrics sick 'tomach tup, like a vomit
Dem a try fi run weh from it like
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
happnin'? (WHAT?!)
[Verse One - Trick Daddy]
Half step pussy ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I got my big gun wit' me
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