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She call me daddy like I'm papa

Always comin' feel like she be ya ya

She know my, name

She know my name

She call me daddy like I'm papa

Always got me feelin' she be ya ya

Stepped in the rave with a bag of goons

Chick grabbin' on me I think she's slidin' too

Rude boi, who you cahttin' too?

Pound up before my brothers pattens you

Waved in the rave, how did I manage to

I got Henny in my cup this ain't a Malibu

I told her come 'round, she said "I'm mad at you"

But when she feel it in her brain, she copped a attitude

I don't know what she wants from me

She said more than she needs

I know she wants to roll with me but I do road for the P's

Scof with a real guy and unknown neeks, I can't like her on the streets

Her boyfriend too slow, loads of grease but she does loads on her knees

She call me daddy like I'm papa

Always comin' feel like she be ya ya

Make sure you meet me there afta

But if I'm doin' road I won't answer

Don't worry 'bout your ex he know I'm past her

You know if I see them years its a maza

She call me daddy like I'm papa

Always comin' feel like she be ya ya

Them man are losin', them man are finished dons

I ain't forget my team because we win a lot

When we hit a lick, you know we flip the prof'

A milli views in the dance doin' the Milly Rock

I was in ya girl's crib I had her feelin' hot

Skin fade for the weekend you know I'm ringin' Bob

Violate and you don't wanna see that fizzy pop

She needs a real guy them other boys don't fit the job

Couple winners over here check the scoreboard

Couldn't care if you're on it ask the war lord

Babe, plus more the gang do it casual

Told her reverse the batti and do it manual

She sittin' on the gear stick, tryna get it up

I can see it in her eyes she tryna give it up

I know some real guys, who don't wanna buck

I tell her man think twice before he's chattin' up

She call me daddy like I'm papa

Always comin' feel like she be ya ya

Make sure you meet me there afta

But if I'm doin' road I won't answer

Don't worry 'bout your ex he know I'm past her

You know if I see them years its a maza

She call me daddy like I'm papa

Always comin' feel like she be ya ya

And I know she got a man, but she really wants the gang

She said don't treat me like a fan, I'm just runnin' to the bands

Baby I can't hold your hand

The way she blew me like a fan

And the man were talkin' bad

But I swear them niggas ran

Man I can swear them niggas ran

Boogie and bad, all my b's pretty and bad

And if you talking shit I'm gettin' mad