City] That boy, I see ya lil daddy That grill, I see ya lil daddy That truck, I see ya lil daddy Them grillz, I see ya lil daddy Got a deal, now it's
Cash Money heart bleed, Young Money, one hunny [Lil' Twist] (Twist... Young Money) Before I leave home, well manner nice, respectful young man Momma taught me well but Daddy
and rice This rap a lot mafia life super tight Skip Daddy ain't said must of started smokin' rocks We got game on loud bitch you ain't proud Smoke private stock-got blades chopped
Ayo we down south posted and we counting our figgas Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz
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
, Bay Area, VA, Miami, New York niggas, texas, You know! [hook] [Lil' Jon:] Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit my niggas ho! Pussy Nigga [x4] [chorus] [Lil
gone have to pick me a name To place cross the face of my new runway International roller, while y'all still ridin' round local Crusin' through in somethin' chopped
gotta be comin, and you know we smoke weed dont fuck with embalmin, cause that shit bad for a G like me, I got to represent that Southside Lil Key-C,
, Willie D T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil? Weezy Trick Daddy, Young Buck, So So Def, Jermaine Dupri J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul Slim Thug, Lil
We got many psychopathic ninjas on this track Choppin off wigs like a flyin guillotine attack Jumpsteady, a shocker, rockin the blue blockers A Bruce
i cross you raised on kool aid and grits cornbread and cabbage im a beast on the streets and i get it from my daddy [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: Lil Boosie
'm 'bout to fuck a nigga up Let's go The A.K. go chop, chop, chop, chop The S.K. go fire, fire, fire, fire The A.K. go chop, chop, chop, chop The S.K
that 1-2-3! Call me the capital, white natural Bullet lyrical dropper, I run with nigga's Who don't give a fuck and carry chopper's I got to have it daddy
? I looked at his bitch ass told him don't bother I'm the father of this gangsta shit Never thought that I have a bunch of bastard kids Lil' bad ass
mess wit my click (yo!) Ya'll renegades mess wit my click (yo!) [Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz [Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks [Lil Jon:] I don
[Lil Wayne) Young money! (ya dig) Yeah! Ima Millionaire, Im a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair, My criteria compared to your career
'm cocking back Jump out the Hummer and say lil' shorty wear your stocking cap Dawg, we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums Hit your daddy
off of they head See that red dot comin' from Me and my girlfriend 'Cause I wants mine I needs mine And I'm about to get mine At these times Look lil' daddy
