Lyrics:
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
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me
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
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that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Your hoe
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
[Trick Daddy]
Look, I'm slippin right behind
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
and stay by my side (stay close)
And I'll take care of everything
Cuz nigga like to trick like Halloween (Trick or Treat)
Austin powers
I got powers (yeah)
It's Us (go)
Her and her friends want liquor, I left and came back with four rums like Reddit
Check up on all my exes, big body up in Texas
All
It's us (go)
Her and her friends want liquor, I left and came back with four rums like Reddit
Check up on all my exes, big body up in Texas
All
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
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now hahahahaha, we gon' see
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong by using this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
[Trick Daddy]
You know y'all going
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
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
mm-hmm)
Baby we can just fly away
(just fly away, fly away with me baby, c'mon)
[TD and JP ad lib]
[Verse One: Trick Daddy]
Now I ain't ever been
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