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$ilkmoney - we snuck the biscuit in the tunnel and din een need to lyrics
[intro]
(get ’em daddy)
hoo, ah, ah, wah
(get ’em daddy, got ’em mommy)
[chorus]
a n_gga exist in a tenth dimension, can’t use your sight to watch on me
clip extend from my hip to my d_ck tip, like a tamagotchi
for that b_tch sh_t, my henchmen go get him, he said he “got me copied”
but this pen just enough to get you stitched in, like junya watanabe
(get ’em daddy)
[verse 1]
the block so hot, it’d make a pop tart sweat, probably
another n_gga on the screen to bean
put you on web, just like fred and carly
i’ll get you sanitized, [?] supply to leave weak b_tch panda eyed
give a f_ck if the can jam in my hand
i’ll beat you with the back of the gat, like you being canonized
(get ’em daddy)
so you so tantalized, how i brandish my canvas, and paint the skies
would it suffice, to give you vision just to say we have the same eyes?
could i summize, that your intentions is to mimic ‘ism’s’ to get what’s mine
the night i died, i’d rerisen with the equipment to get you spliced
(get ’em daddy, got ’em mommy)
i might go get a b_tch that hate black women, like andré benjamin
to pull up to labels, with my gun on the table, to get me pimped
so then a bit unstable, due to the fiber optic cables
changing my temperament
this b_tch untraceable, but it’s loaded with tracers, ironic
(get ’em daddy)
here’s how to p_ss on your grave, but you’ll probably blossom again
just to give my d_ck a kiss, but i ain’t into it
but you’re b_tch are more interested in answering, of course, consensually
you coochie takin’ ass n_ggas, i will not kick it with
but i will give you the end of the mag in your chest, when i empty it
(get ’em daddy)
that ain’t your n_gga, if he tell you ’bout the l!ck after he hit it
that ain’t your b_tch, it’s just your turn lil n_gga
that’s facts, as you listen, i might just mix the spliff with fent’
and then go crash into [?], singing “found a cure”
like i’m ashford and simpson, after i’m finished
(get ’em daddy, got ’em mommy)
[chorus x2]
a n_gga exist in a tenth dimension, can’t use your sight to watch on me
clip extend from my hip to my d_ck tip, like a tamagotchi
for that b_tch sh_t, my henchmen go get him, he said he “got me copied”
but this pen just enough to get you stitched in, like junya watanabe
(get ’em daddy, got ’em mommy)
[verse 2]
the clock so big, it look just like big ben, the pockets [?]
i smell a p_ssy b_tch, with my sixth sense, your form too [?]
[?], is you intrinsic, but my soil need a body
hold on to every court, imma stoke, cause $ilk the only copy
(get ’em daddy)
imma be as shiesty, as johnny shipes be, but without the mask
broad day, with a smile on my face, puttin’ your royalties in a bag
give you a phonebook to sign in the lab, like rza did to the clan
sell you to the highest bidder, and you’ll never see your residuals again
(get ’em daddy)
we in the business of owning n_ggas, n_gga
n_gga the f_ck you thought this was?
your contractual obligation, last perpetually, and perpetuity
and his body through all territories, as far as the universe can see
(get ’em daddy, got ’em mommy)
[chorus x2]
a n_gga exist in a tenth dimension, can’t use your sight to watch on me
clip extend from my hip to my d_ck tip, like a tamagotchi
for that b_tch sh_t, my henchmen go get him, he said he “got me copied”
but this pen just enough to get you stitched in, like junya watanabe
(get ’em daddy, got ’em mommy)
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