Papa

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