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would do the digeridoo too,
If you knew she'd do, do the didgeridoo.
Then a baby came one day
And daddy would stay by the cradle to lay.
Makin a living, writing little dittys
I wanna hear my songs playin on the radio stations
I could start by bein a waitress, put a hold on my education
But
Papa I know you’re going to be upset
‘Cause I was always your little girl
But you should know by now, I’m not a baby
You always taught me right
Little girl on a crowded street
Sunburned and sandled feet
I didn't want to see her cry
She said "Daddy, I cannot see
Is she coming? Tell me, tell
The town where we live
Has it’s own special smell
It’s a little like sea-food
And sex on the back-seat
And there’s girls I got to know
Who were happy
Yeah, she a girl but she call me daddy
Smokin' nothin' but the best, you can call this Cali
Half a brick on the seat, you can call that sally
A little
friends
And the D.J., he may blow ya mind
D.J. Prince Paul, is one of a kind
[Delite]
With a little pat, we smack and then shalat
To a monk that hates,
precious little girl
Now get some sleep goodnight
Your Daddy's little world
Ma galaxy ma world
Ma precious little girl
You brought the meaning to ma life
girl'll be the only thing I take
Yo, S-t-e-t is the band symbol
Wise a/k/a the Stetsa sex symbol
Rockin the crowd with no B.S. allowed
[ Daddy-O ]
No B.S.
though
Even though you deserve a
Commission plus mo'
Was talking to a young boy and
The shit he said was wild
Like "you're better than J cole
And Drake
it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star, yeah
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take
Got a young chick from the hood, south side
Pops never let her outside
Nigga knew the type of shit she was up against
Little did he know the shit
Baby girl why didn't you come wake up daddy?
And neither responds
Fear turned to frustration
Sabrina answered me
'Brina this isn't funny
I ran into
Saturday morning, take the train for a ride
The sun is up, I got my homies by my side
Rollin' down the street with my sixteen speakers
CLEAR BLUE WRAPPERS|NOT A SINGLE MINUS SIGN|SHE'S PRAYING TO THE PORCELAIN GODS|HE'S PALE WHITE BY THE SINK|HE'S GONNA HAVE TO FIND HIM A REAL
I wanna be friends with this girl named Juliette (Juliette)
She's this pretty little thing I can't get out of my head (out of my head)
When she walks
just a little moment
She's a crazy woman
Why do girls go for broke niggas
Poor niggas
Good stroke then smoke dro niggas
I ain't sugar daddy for this poor
She's why I wake up early in the morning
Barefoot dancing on the bedroom floor
That pretty smile girl, looks like someone I know
Yeah, she's the one
Pigtails to French buns
Pinafores to gowns
Ballerina to high heels
Fell down, learnt how to heal
We were daddy's little girls
Not a care in
gon' grow
And if he do, where is he gon' go?
Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried
When he told me that his girl just died
Right out
walks by
Stops 'n' gazes at her dreams in his eyes
I say""Momma, Daddy's actin' kinda weird""
She says""Girl, ask yourself how you got here!""
Pre Chorus
I want all my hoes back
I won't cut you off again
I want all my hoes back
Naw she was just a friend
Barely that
She a little too impressed by my
I want all my hoes back
I won't cut you off again
I want all my hoes back
Naw she was just a friend
Barely that
She a little too impressed by my
Ay yo, soxy pulled up,
Couple bands in my pocket,
Last show was litty Singapore made a little profit,
Put it on for my city least my girl did
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