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I'm Fat Daddy. Not your average Joe Blow
Tell me what you like, girl. Show me how you roll
Cause you sho' look fine from head to toe
But I ain't
Five-year-old Superman got a beach towel cape
And he thinks he can
So he takes a dive off the chicken coop
Red behind and broken foot
Daddy
nothing free
Scrape the block for every dollar
I'm gonna leave you with this my little angel
Daddy loves you
How I'd die for you, cry for you,
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
don't need much
But still need a calculator to keep up
Je-sus, I'm doing me, B.I.G
Hit Little C's up after I hit this tree up
Me, I get my cheese up
u up on the cover of a magazine
[X2]
[Verse 1]
Back again baby
its ur daddy capone
I'm facinated by ur looks and i'll be a lavron
check out this
I don't got any weeshka but I got a bunch of kief
So we can, we can roll a little something
And I can put a lot of kief on it
I got a bunch of kief
our home was blessed
When daddy'd say mama sing a song
Sister left home first I guess then Bob and Tommy and Dan
By then dad's hair was turning grey
to my rescue like an angel of mercy
You set my place at suppertime, made me feel at home
You gave me hope and changed my life
I'm humbled by
it ain’t a secret
My first born my baby girl everyday your changing
But Even when your thirty you’re still daddy’s little angel
you know
You make
every angle
Pray to god I'm knowing that I'm watched over by
(Angels)
The love you gone feel it again
Cause the day I leave this earth know my children
Front row center in that little white church
I was singing at a baby laying in a manger
Eight years old wearing angel wings
Yeah, and to this day
Had ourselves a little barbeque
Corn on the cob and mashed potatoes too
Joe got the Fritos, Ernie got the stew
So what did you bring
We got the beef
Jon, won't you step up and show 'em just a little bit of what the fuck you do
Come on, let's get 'em
This year's election was trash, so I need
that fame
I don't fucking know why though because that money won't be in the grave
Once I was seven years old
My daddy told me
He would never hurt me
her old man's store
But she don't get enough
She wanna earn some more
Daddy's little angel's
Tongue in cheek
So by the end of the week
She
And bust you in the mouth
Find the girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I filled the turkey up with the stuffing
Like
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
little boy was very sick
So I kneeled by his bed
And he spoke to me in a soft but frayed
voice
He said Santa
My name is Bobby
And I'm five years old
I'm
would be at peace
No more beef
And you could sleep without the fears of being woke
By the sounds of sirens, screams of people being smoked
No more dope
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
school doing fine
Then Joe got stabbed while on a high
And I was halfway to Niagara Falls
Dear Jane, doesn't it make you wonder why we didn't work things
[Verse 1]
I remember waking up
Running down a dirt road
Morning dew a shinin', watermelon by the wagon load
Little baby brother and my sisters in
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