Lyrics:
gel or shellac
You're in her DMs, I'm like
In my shower washing my crack thinking, am I really about to be a stepdaddy?
I'm the stepdaddy, I'm
This for the stepdaddies here
Do the stepdaddy (Step Daddy)
Do the stepdaddy (Step Daddy)
Do the stepdaddy (Step Daddy)
Do the stepdaddy (Step
This for the stepdaddies here
Do the stepdaddy (Step Daddy)
Do the stepdaddy (Step Daddy)
Do the stepdaddy (Step Daddy)
Do the stepdaddy (Step
sweet
Like dark chocolate
Sexy sexy, stop it
The force is strong with this one
I'm the chess step-daddy, son
Checkmate
The plot is thickening
See I was born in da struggle eight nine stepdaddy's me and my mother
And ten others, let's see that's three sisters and seven brothers
All we had was
on his children
See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother
And ten others, Lets see that's 3 sisters, 7 brothers
All we had was each
Under the table
Through the checkered cloth he hides away
Stepdaddy's drinking
Mixing up martinis and croquet
Under the table
Imaginary seeds don't
stepdaddy's car
Uwoohaaa
Are you're with me?
Are you with me?
Than take me with you
Take me with you baby
To your trips i bet it does feel like heaven
had my bro instead
My pen go really hard or at least that's what my cousin said
My cousin said
My cousin said ima legend
My stepdaddy said don't be
Ha, yeah
Ayy, the way they gather all around it's like a pep rally
And you can tell just by the way she hoe she got a stepdaddy
You only up the pole
shot like I carry guns
Shawtys Stepdaddy issa peer pressured man
Shawtys Stepdaddy didn't wanna understand
But to her mama he'll always keep his word
But
call my mom the letter B
Shit, that's my mama's sisters and my daddy's sisters
Maybe even my stepdaddy's sisters, you get the picture
I know my mama got
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some
him?
Lost in a cloud of marijuana
Young Carolina nigga, fish out of water
Step-daddy just had a daughter with another woman
Mama ain't recover yet
And I found out Al B
Sure!'s your real damn daddy
And your stepdaddy's P Diddy
Sean Combs, Puff Daddy, P Diddy
The nigga got nine names
The nigga got
stepdaddy on the road
And life, it was madness
Cocaine and alcohol filled up the house party to be frank
It wasn't long before I tried it myself and then
the eight for last, I'm in the pocket like a 9 ball
Love to rhyme for y'all
First picked up the pen when I was ten
When my stepdaddy went to the pen
First
Yeah, mama would have killed me (Christ)
Stepdaddy would have killed me (Islam)
If they both knew I chose a side
That would put my youth up in a ride
(mom)
When I got a step-daddy
Me and Takeoff, shit, we was stealin' the weaves (shit)
Mama always had a plan (on God)
To get out the hood in advance
a permanent fixture
Reads hot rod mags like Holy Scripture
He ignores the brake pedal like step-daddy's child
Feel him pushing on the gas like a motherless
daddy gone, that's a good look
Don't tie yourself to no wasteman, baby
Get a good stepdaddy, you can have more babies
I know some gyaldem that got
step-daddy now that's a real man
But I realize this is all Gods plan
And while you still here you still got a chance
He say he forgive me
Let play the victim
and poppin' pills
Fuck how them bitches feel
I'm working wood wheel
In a 2000 Seville your
Stepdaddy can get killed
If he keeps talking shit
Ain't no thang
passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic
Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic
Blood leakin', it won't stop, him
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