- Juvenile Lil Daddy 歌詞
- Juvenile
- Whoa, c'mon, whoa
Whoa, I hear you niggaz heart pumpin', c' mon
Whoa, what's up?
Whoa, [Incomprehensible]
Whoa, U.T.
P, U.T.PHe gotta be in too much 'bout everything that he touch
Out of the roof, money get packed up and moved in the truck
Kill me if you feel
I ain't worthy
I inherited skills from murky niggaz that's as real as my
Saints jersey
I stand here, posted in the worst of times
Knowing niggaz after me, gonna rehearse my grind
I'm not a prophet but
I could teach you how to cock it and pop it
And how to put some money in your pocket
You see something you like, go 'head and cop it
But watch it, niggaz gone knock it
Trying to get you for your paper when them bitches is jockin'
You might do
Lil' Daddy like that but this is not him
Don't look for your people to help you, my niggaz done shot them
My people done told me
I could roll
I got a reputation for beating niggaz and hoes
Stickin' to the
G code, 'tees, 'rees, and 'bows
Pop a Ex, smoke a blunt, if you believe it then, whoa
Whoa, I got to get it,
Lil' Daddy(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it,
Lil' Daddy(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it,
Lil' Daddy
I got to have it,
Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new
CaddyWhoa,
I got to get it,
Lil' Daddy(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it,
Lil' Daddy(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it,
Lil' Daddy
I got to have it,
Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new
CaddyWoahI'm way over the top with mines
I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes
Poor niggaz be eating pork, rich niggaz be eating steak
I'ma get me a
Porterhouse, nigga, you just wait
Couldn't step on my toes if you was standing 6' 8"It's mister 400 bitches, so get that shit straightYou better talk to your hoe 'fore I put dick in her faceLook, I'm wild Magnolia, she better get in her placeI ain't a law abiding citizen, I gets ignorantI got a trail of niggaz telling cops what I did to themAin't lookin' for no poppers, ain't looking for no partnersI'm looking for mo' choppers to get rid of mo' problemsAll I got is my ball and my wordsMy momma, my daddy, my children, my gun and my herbShit, they got a lot of killers, I knowBut ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004, whoaWhoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy(So, keep your hands up)Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy(So, keep your hands up)Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' DaddyI got to have it, Lil' DaddyI want that brand new CaddyWhoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy(So, keep your hands up)Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy(So, keep your hands up)Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' DaddyI got to have it, Lil' DaddyI want that brand new CaddyI tried to play the background as much as I could'Cause all the big mouth niggaz be gettin' knocked in the hoodRemember them lil' niggaz? They done grew up nowSo 'ret street and [Incomprehensible] turned into a clocked up dumpWe scam on shit because we love that soundWe not concerned about waiting until the night come 'roundHey lil' mama, I'm a gorilla, let me pipe that downYeah, you like that nowI'm a professional, the mountaineer of the streetsI got old timers paying close attention to meI could get your shit split for the minimum fee, yeahFucking with them niggaz, got a ten for a ki'Got a few princess cuts on the watch and the pieceI'll put it on your ass for a [Incomprehensible]Don't get mad 'cause I've been cocking your nieceShe been giving head and eating pussy like a lot of the freaksWhoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy(So, keep your hands up)Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy(So, keep your hands up)Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' DaddyI got to have it, Lil' DaddyI want that brand new CaddyWhoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy(So, keep your hands up)Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy(So, keep your hands up)Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' DaddyI got to have it, Lil' DaddyI want that brand new CaddyWhoaWhoaWhoa...
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