Lyrics:
hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck
Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls
remember the day I told my Daddy and Mama you're gonna have a grandkid, yep
From Uganda, that's right, we're adopting
And she is the cutest little girl
I rolled my daddy's truck off the Dixonville curve after drinkin' my fifth beer.
And I fed hogs to pay him back for most of my senior year.
I got
Funky Cole Medina into Dust On The Bottle never slowing down
Little cutie in the corner got her hand in my pocket for a lap around
I said hey good
to?
Just another drunk daddy with a white man's point of view
I can see you in my mind's eye catching light
Sleep beside the river if we make it
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She
B
Hard not to spoil you rotten, looking like little me
The most beautifulest thing in this world
Is daddy's little girl
You don't yet know what
All you hoes, callin' here for my daddy get off his dick
Like that mommy?
Hi, Daddy, how you doin', this is Tyiest
I was thinkin' about you last
feels better than a good harty-harr, right boys and girls"
[Violent J]
We got dead bodies everywhere you look
All the nerds sitting up front got cooked
I didn't even get to give my little girl away
But I paid for the honeymoon, yeah
I paid for the honeymoon
I'm not there right now but I will be
why
Lord, will you make her a star?
So the world can see who you really are
Little girl, you're old enough to understand
That you'll always be
mama nails on fleek
I was seven years old, daddy thrown in the clink
Said "life ain't fair, everybody gon' cheat"
Little Foot, Big Foot, get out
living, living
By this double standard, standard, standard
See the moral of the story is, she a ho, he a pimp
Old girl'll forgive her man but her
think they're usin a little bit too much when they flaunt
You know
[Name], you know, ehm
I don't understand the way these girls is rolling today, man
She got her daddy's tongue and temper
Sometimes her mouth could use a filter
God shook his head the day he built her
Oh, but I bet he smiled.
She
An icecream cone I'd rap him around
My little finger
Tighter then my baby could
You can make a tear go a long long way
When you're daddy's little girl
Well he
you back?
My J-O-B is rough on me
And that keeps me from hangin' out
I'm a weekend girl
And I don't have time on the weekday
Weekend girl
There's a girl, playing her piano, there's a little girl, playing her big piano
While her mother gives her an enema, while her mother
While her
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corin
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
run
Uh-huh
Ooh, room, room, daddy, room
You know my heart's all outta room
You wanna love that little girl
Well, by all means, honey, do
Well,
All you hoes, callin' here for my daddy get off his dick
Like that mommy?
Hi, Daddy, how you doin', this is Tyiest
I was thinkin' about you last
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
you back?
My J-O-B is rough on me
And that keeps me from hangin' out
I'm a weekend girl
And I don't have time on the weekday
Weekend girl
Discuss these daddys little girl by j cole Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In