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Daddy
Electronic
Daddy was released on December 3, 2025 by NOVA MUSIC, LLC as a part of the album PlayBoy
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AlbumPlayBoy
Release DateDecember 3, 2025
LabelNOVA MUSIC, LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pabllo V
Pabllo V
Vocals
Lexz
Lexz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pabllo Valentin
Pabllo Valentin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pabllo V
Pabllo V
Producer

Lyrics

The moment you walk in,
the room forgets to breathe,
your eyes lock onto mine
like you’re deciding what to do with me.
You grab my jaw rough,
tilt my head enough,
you say “open that pretty mouth, boy,”
and god—
I do it, hungry, tough.
You press me to the door,
your body wanting more,
I feel how hard you’re getting
as you pin me to the floor.
“Daddy wants you now,”
you growl against my brow,
your breath so hot and filthy
I’d sell my soul somehow.
You drag your hand down slow,
between my legs below,
you cup me like you own me
and say “don’t let go.”
I choke out “Daddy… fuck,”
you smirk like I’m stuck,
you slap me just enough
to make my heartbeat jump.
You spin me ‘round the wall,
I’m moaning, begging raw,
you pull my hair so hard
I almost slide and fall.
Your fingers slip inside,
I gasp, my knees divide,
you whisper “good boy, take it,”
and my whole body complies.
You grind against my spine,
your heat pressed into mine,
you say “I’m gonna wreck you, baby,”
and I swear it crosses every line.
You thrust until I shake,
each move a sinful quake,
you tell me “Look at Daddy,”
and I obey—no break.
Your hand around my throat,
your tongue against my coat,
you’re fucking me so deep
I forget the word control.
“Say who you belong to,”
you growl like something true,
I gasp “Daddy—only you,”
and you pull me straight into
More.
Harder.
Deeper.
Rougher.
You make my breath collapse,
my body melt and snap,
your rhythm pounding through me
like a dark, electric trap.
I scream your name so loud,
you wear it like a crown,
you say “good boy, come for Daddy,”
and I break the whole room down.
When you finally slow,
your hand still on my throat,
you kiss me dangerous and low—
a claim, a brand, a note.
Daddy, take me again,
drag me past my end,
’cause I was made for your hunger,
your heat,
your sin,
your command.
Written by: Pabllo Valentin
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