Lyrics:
shine from afar (oh, God)
Central Bank for inside agbada (day what?)
A couple toys just land Apapa oma gba
But daddy no dey rush
I slow walk, oh, God
girl like I need a headache
But I'll take it if I can drive your Daddy's toy
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
Let me see
store to store until you had enough
Then I'd make your mind up for you, another part of daddy's stuff
Now Christmas seems to come so fast, more than once
animal and a pet?
I am friends with you, so now I'm yours?
Well, a pet is one who wants to live with you,
Who occasionally let you tame it.
Daddy, Panda,
hot
Ha ha, here we go again
Yo Skillz
Now listen, baby girl, I don't like kissing
Flip your back out, and we can start twisting
Check
(for)
Exactly what you want and God'll give it to you
I done my time and now it's yours, I'm 'bout to live it through you
'Cause I'm your daddy, I'm
That's what my daddy's made me
If I had the money to go
To a record store I would, I, I would
If I had the money to go
To a record store I would, I,
That's what my daddy's made me
If I had the money to go
To a record store I would, I, I would
If I had the money to go
To a record store I would, I,
the PG&E?
When all she ever wanted was a man like me
To come through, and do that thang
Step Daddy in the house, and I got game
So lock your back doors,
Who that is? (That's just my baby daddy)
Who that is? (T-Bird, that's just my baby daddy)
You said your baby daddy was locked up, but why?
The Bird
That's what my daddy's made me
If I had the money to go
To a record store I would, I, I would
If I had the money to go
To a record store I would, I,
to the floor
They said
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your
getting money over here
Daddy you caken, daddy you caken
Daddy you caken, we getting money over here
Daddy you caken, daddy you caken
Daddy you caken, we
Anada Big One
Toy DorN again
Gyal can u dance for Daddy
Do It For Daddy
One Dance For Daddy
Gyal Just Whine For Daddy
Do it For Daddy
Dirty
the white man did
Nor the deal or the way that he lied
There was blood on the floor of the government store
When the men took his daddy away
But the boy
your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit
Don't give my sister
Our lives coulda been so good
But Momma had to fuck it all up
And now your daddy doesn't fuck with your momma (hell no)
No, Daddy doesn't fuck
told Daddy, says, "Carry Loretta on down a little farther,"
Said, "and let me stop in another store..."
And Mommy went right back to the same store
Well he's daddy's little boy he plays with his toys
He holds on to his daddy's hand
His daddy says Sonny you're a big strong boy
You're gonna be
when I dream I'm not lonely
Who's Your Daddy?
Chain up the beast
They gave me a job so he could never get out and so the beast sits there
Dreaming
Jim Reeves & Dorothy Ann Dillard
Your five year old face
Is a dirty disgrace
But you love me, daddy.
You scatter your toys
And you make to much
Your five year old face
Is a dirty disgrace
But you love me, daddy
You scatter your toys
And you make too much noise
But you love me, daddy
[RZA]
You ain't shhh
Ya momma ain't shhh
Your daddy ain't shit
Your pussy ain't shhh
Bitch, you ain't shhh
Your friends ain't shh
Your whip
the palm of my hand
Cause I know that you'll be perfect being all that I am
You see daddy's just a poet
Your daddy's just a rapper
But at the end of the day
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