Lyrics
Now I'm the biggest hypocrite
That you'll prolly ever meet
When I'm done rapping you'll know exactly what I mean
It was all a dream, come true
Pink barbies, to the tea parties, and the terrible twos
But if you ever date a bad boy ima be Bad Boys 2
Like who the fuck is you
Who ya parents and where you go to school
Let me see some ID boy you look like you dirty
How old are you nigga you look like you 30
Boy I ain't the one you wanna play with
Nigga I be on that same shit
Boy I ain't the one you wanna play with
Nigga I be on that same, wait
Niggas is playas
Niggas is pimps
Till niggas have daughters
Now we pre-cautious
Cause she go from playing with dolls
To running the mall
And shopping for bras, and
Late night texts
Talks about sex
With some nigga named Marcus
Shit makes me nauseous
This is what haunts the thoughts of
Niggas wit daughters
Niggas wit daughters
No I'm not a monster
I'm just her father
But fuck with my baby
This turns to a slaughter
Hard for niggas wit daughters
Niggas wit daughters
Now when I fuck a broad
Man I hear my conscience
Saying WiLL E these bitches is somebody daughters
Now everything is different
The fuck you mean I'm tripping
Like today my baby got a tooth missing
But future, she'll prally have boobs
Bigger ass, it's ya ass if dad sees a nude picture
Hold 2 pistols to ya dude
And dude's looking at you
Like why ain't you tell me ya pops got screws missing
Turn on the news and guess who's missing
Give ya one clue
Its the same dude you sent a view of ya boobs too
Don't look at me you did this to em
Allegedly somebody showed up to ya school
With the ooz and a few tools
Heard he even was sipping a few brews
And left the detective a few clues
But if I keep it one-hun
I just like to have fun
Plus a nigga still young
Looking for a flirt ya got the right one
No not a hoe but like a nice one
All these groupies got to like one
From the meet and greet come back to my room
Matter fact the last one resembled your Mum
Are ya still listening to me son
Could you breathe easy if I put down the gun
Finding you's easy when mommy's number 1
Fan of of the man thats holding the gun
And oh man gah-damn did we have some fun
Oh did I wake you? it's only like 1
Let me get my point across
Only brought one
Already loaded so this the part where you run
Niggas is playas
Niggas is pimps
Till niggas have daughters
Now we pre-cautious
Cause she go from playing with dolls
To running the mall
And shopping for bras, and
Late night texts
Talks about sex
With some nigga named Marcus
Shit makes me nauseous
This is what haunts the thoughts of
Niggas wit daughters
Niggas wit daughters
No I'm not a monster
I'm just her father
But fuck with my baby
This turns to a slaughter
Hard for niggas wit daughters
Niggas wit daughters
Now when I fuck a broad
Man I hear my conscience
Saying WiLL E these bitches is somebody daughters
Boy I ain't the one you wanna play with
Nigga I be on that same shit
Boy I ain't the one you wanna play with
Nigga I be on that same shit
Boy I ain't the one you wanna play with
Nigga I be on that same shit
Boy I ain't the one you wanna play with
WRITERS
Devin Resnover
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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