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yung booke - yo daddy lyrics
[chorus]
dripping way hard as your daddy, only excited, don’t get embarr-ssed
pull up in brand new mclarens, hop out i’m dabbing, designer fashion
clutching on sticks and sh-t, i’m tryna hit some sh-t, bullseye
it ain’t no second guessing it’s either you or i
up it and bust it, straight out the dirt i want muddy
dropped off the porch til he thug it
d-ck riding people they claim that they love me
i got trust issues, ain’t sh-t fake
we can’t kick it, if i don’t f-ck with you… oh ya ya ya
[verse 1]
i do the dash, i got a need for speed
guy got us snitching the rack come up missing and sl!ck don’t we need to breath
know i don’t be rocking with none of those n-ggas but i still be f-cking with steve (that’s my lo)
dog wanna beef with on the brown the wannabe gangster be k!lling with key
[?] the top spot in my destination
big will pull up right now and just drop your location
the uno neighbors will leave it blazing, in my hood cuz that’s who made me
ask the preacher because he couldn’t save me
[bridge]
i’m a run up the sh-ll
p-ssy i’ll c-ck yo bow, gang yelling f-ck 12
i hit the curb, let go of the wheel, my cup fell
repping the game forever for lifer for real, like f-ck yeah
clutching that metal i’ll shoot at whoever you better not touch yeah
[chorus]
dripping way hard as your daddy, only excited, don’t get embarr-ssed
pull up in brand new mclarens, hop out i’m dabbing, designer fashion
clutching on sticks and sh-t, i’m tryna hit some sh-t, bullseye
it ain’t no second guessing it’s either you or i
up it and bust it, straight out the dirt i want muddy
dropped off the porch til he thug it
d-ck riding people they claim that they love me
i got trust issues, ain’t sh-t fake
we can’t kick it, if i don’t f-ck with you… oh ya ya ya
[verse 2]
we made the way, these n-ggas riding
labels be scared to sign me, they say we in the streets causing the violence
soon as a lil n-gga try me, bullets go flying, we starting a riot
you dripping all wrong your dab ain’t it, the sh-t you on know i wouldn’t buy it (know i wouldn’t buy it)
tell your dogs to slow your roll your lil partner tripping
f-ck all the clutching i’m a shoot this b-tch like scottie pippen
i’m a change what where i’m in the trenches
wanna start better get up off the benches
i’m a start summer gear in givenchy
blue hundreds got my bank roll cripping
i’m a real lo, plus i’m strapped you acting like the gun don’t k!ll folk
that n-gga had the game i took it put it in a real yo
and i don’t gotta sign the deal
i just start rapping now be worrying about a mill or so
[chorus]
dripping way hard as your daddy, only excited, don’t get embarr-ssed
pull up in brand new mclarens, hop out i’m dabbing, designer fashion
clutching on sticks and sh-t, i’m tryna hit some sh-t, bullseye
it ain’t no second guessing it’s either you or i
up it and bust it, straight out the dirt i want muddy
dropped off the porch til he thug it
d-ck riding people they claim that they love me
i got trust issues, ain’t sh-t fake
we can’t kick it, if i don’t f-ck with you… oh ya ya ya
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