Lyrics:
girl named Jan
I let her ride in my Caddy
Because I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
We fucked on the bed
Fucked on the floor
girl's labia
There will never be on flyer, LL Cool J
Taking you higher and higher
The wire, the GOAT, the grand sire
Who good at 24's if you want flat
to the floor
Once more before I hit that door
Like Big Daddy Kane, nigga I get +Raw+
Picture me standing nude by the pool
Fool wake up you startin' to drool
Daddy's girls catching up on what's going on
Then remind the woman I love just how much I miss her when I'm gone
Oh Lord have mercy on a poor boy's soul
In the back of my Lincoln with the suicide doors
Yeah, a-huh
T-Pain, J Lyriq, Nappy Boy
Hit me on my hot line, I'm celebrity nine, so hustle, ooo
quick and he's nimble (nom, nom, nom)
He my little sweetheart (mm), my-my sugar daddy (okay)
Put the cream in my coffee just to keep me happy
Twix, we
are shoes by the way)
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse me, what's your name? You're so foxy girl
This
are shoes by the way)
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse me, what's your name? You're so foxy girl
This
It's a big world
for a little girl
And it's not fair that your daddy's a drunk
And your mom's
Pre
She say I go call you daddy,
Eh
You can call me mammi
Eh
We can make this work
Baby please don't make it hard
Just Have a little trust in
Dearly departed we are gathered here today
To shed light on another soul that was led astray
Only eight
She was living a happy life Daddies little princess
her eldest son in and out of
The prison and women like his daddy
And daughter 15 dropping a baby on the family
This is a message to my little sisters
South California
Talk about the desert and the Joshua Tree
And his pretty girl stories
And how he bought an Airstream trailer and a J-45 guitar
Said,
kinda cheesy
She's her daddy's girl, oh so fine
Do anything in this world, to make her mine
We'll sip a lil' wine
Talk and see what this is all about
Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
Little girl came through the front gate
Holdin' a fishin' pole
His dad looked down
Like a little girl spinning circles in the sunlight,
On her tiptoes catching fireflies
With her daddy in the moonlight
Now she’s crossed the river
it's hot and call me daddy Saezy
Girl I promise I could make you happy daily, oh oh
Let me tell you a little secret
Heart been played before so I'm
To my ex, girl, you fine and you're still my boo
Even though you broke my heart, I can't stay mad at you
We co-wrote the book together, still had
[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
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
because
They don't know they babys daddy
Girl you gotta do your dirty laundry wash them panties
And take responsibility for that creeping with no condom
Here comes the life of American Dream
Hustled the streets as he murdered and schemed
She took her life she was only Fifteen
Daddy's little girl Jesus
Daddy came over on the boat from France
Port St. Augustine
He hit out north by northwest
Blue Ridge Mountains
Cherokee
He met an Indian girl
She was
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