Lyrics

I think he might be daddy I think he might be daddy I think he might be daddy I think he might be daddy I seen him he was dripping He be getting hell a fly Know he just my type Ain't like them other guys He's the type to treat you Go and put you on a flight We up on the yacht You should come and see the sights We be chilling He ain't Trippin He gonna gimmie me what I want I ain't gotta lie Nigga He ain't got a front We be all about our business We just get straight to the money Everybody watching they be looking at us funny Yeah, we movin different It ain't really nothing to me Everybody know I'm getting bread call me crummy He a real nigga Make me feel it in my tummy If you really want me You can tell me that you want me I'll be on the same shit That's why we stay dangerous I'm just trying to put you Up to speed on the game sis The life the sinners In the land of the anguish I think he might be daddy I think he might be daddy I think he might be daddy I think he might be daddy I seen him him he was dripping He be gettin hella fly He know he just my type Ain't like them other guys He's the type to treat you Go and put you on a flight We up on a yacht You should come and see the sights
Writer(s): Amanda Faye Hooker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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