Lyrics:
BRAIN
(CHORUS X2)
DADDY I'M IN LOVE WITH A THUG
DADDY I'M IN LOVE WITH A GANGSTER
DADDY I'M IN LOVE WITH A THUG
DON'T BE MAD THAT I'M IN LOVE WITH
Daddy's Been Running Hard
By: Lonnie Flemmer
GREB/SESAC
6,000 miles in 7 days
Bloodshot eyes, and an aching head
Daddy, daddy, shut her down
Hate
Freak by TREZDAMIRRA (Produced by Myke Milyan)
Chorus: DADDY'S Lil Girl had to learn the way of the world, Cause her Daddy no Help! He did it his
Die G dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
The tip of his dick
Biggie Smalls with the Wickedest shit
Spit clips, niggas split like bananas
Flavour like
[Daddy X]
Yeah check one, this is rip-hop, punk rock hip-hop, original style,
Kottonmouth Kings subnoize music, the next movement
[Hook]
We're livin
I can still remember when
Grandpa died and our ship came in
Daddy said he left momma and him more money than we'd ever seen
And just like that we
planned it, her life's going ten different ways,
It's off to little league and then to ballet
Somehow she keeps getting by
The only soft shoulder she
to the depot
Why I'll be checking on the next fast freight
Tell you what you run on home now and you tell your mom
To go ahead and fix up your daddy's room
Cause
Only lay it's demon egg, deep inside my brain
They're calling me a killer, I can't say that I'm not
My daddy's tried to kill me ever since I was a tot
By
Woke up out her sleep, she was thinking of me, fiending for me, hard
Last night she was fiending
Next thing that you know, I was creeping
I, I, fucked
rollin' down I-10
Baton Rouge, LSU
Eighteen years in her rear-view
He's got a Friday paycheck lined up, down the block
At daddy's shop
It ain't much, but
and steadily smokin marijuana?
Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!
(Yukmouth)
My baby mamma, probably been screwed
by so many dudes that she's confused
Keep makin
Steady fucking ion care who goes by
Igbalode rapper with agbada and bow tie
Y’all think it’s madness,only my Ex(X) knew why why(Y)
I got the naira dollar
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
[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
want some of daddy
All you gotta do is ask for some
I'm pimping up on your booty, shawty
Please don't try to move me, shawty
I'm trying to be in the life
shawty
I'm trying to be in the life of the party
Shawty, shawty
Can you feel it? I want to know! [Repeat: x4]
Can you feel it?
Sean Paul, Felli,
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
to give your life away while you're earnin' a livin'
These thoughts had stopped me from rejoinin' the work force
But now the situation I'm in, just seems
whole life (uh)
Right next to po' my whole life (yeah)
I ain't seen dough my whole life (oh)
Now money right (my whole life)
I've been broke my whole
Yeah Falz the bad guy is in the building by the way
MDK wassup
Maleek Berry wassup
Give it to them let's go
When I wake up in the morning
I thank
Track life boss made, I'm a go getter
Still real, still solid, no ho nigga
You ain't just heard what happened to them ho niggas?
Everybody gettin'
My single is hot from out of the sleeve, I murder two M.C.'s
[Chorus: x2]
Life in the projects (ain't no tellin' who gon' die next)
Livin' in
respect is still here
I'm older now see what having a father's about
One day they can be in your life next day they be out
It's not because of you, you know
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