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Like My Daddy Lyrics


Rob49 Like My Daddy

[Verse]
Yeah (Yeah), I'm just like my daddy (Yeah)
Full-on known for trappin', rappin' was never my passion (Yeah)
Same one put holes in the lining, ask bro who the baddest (Baddest)
I fly bitches to Miami, fly back when they naggin' (Yeah)
Yeah, I been a savage
Ask the city, I got it in me (Yeah)
Bro be sellin' Bobby Whitney (Yeah)
Used to steal my mama car (Yeah)
Just to go sell pounds in it
I'll bust it down for her (Yeah)
Even though I lied to her (Even though I lied)
She knows she gon' get whatever she want as long as she f..ck good (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, keep it in her
Yeah, yeah, ass and titties (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, bad friends
Yeah, yeah, bring 'em with ya (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'ma f..ck 'em all, dawg (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, come take your draws off (Yeah)
Icier than a motherfucker (Yeah)
Bitch gon' make that ass bounce (Yeah)
Casamigos turnt her up (Yeah)
She tryna go f..ck somethin' (She tryna go)
Yeah, I make some savage music (Yeah)
I don't give a f..ck about it (I don't give a f..ck)
You can go tell all your business (Yeah)
Bitches leave my name out it (Leave my name out it)
Bitches leave my name out it (Leave my name out it)
Shittin' on niggas
Yeah, huh, bitches leave my name out it (Leave my name out it)
Yeah (Leave my name out it)
Yeah, all these hoes
All these hoes niggas cuffin' (Yeah)
Brodie f..ckin' (Yeah)
Vulture season in the summer (Yeah)
Give a hookah (Yeah)
Lavish life gon' seduce ya (Yeah)
Ass and titties (Ass and titties)
Pushin' P, I'ma toot her (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, teachin' niggas how to play the game, dawg (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, fly her out just to give me brain, dawg (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, throw my V's up 'til I freeze up (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I'ma eat her like a Reese's (Yeah)
Huh, she fly as a f..ck nigga
Yeah, she, you play, you put 'em up (Play, you put 'em up)
Yeah, she made a million out the trap, nigga (Out the trap)
Yeah (Yeah), she seventeen with a sack, nigga (Seventeen with a sack)
Crazy as f..ck, think he play with us
Yeah, crazy as it seem, think he play with the team
Yeah, throw my V's up until I f..ckin' freeze ('Til I f..ckin' freeze)
Yeah, in the projects like I ain't got no keys
[Outro]
Hahaha
Look
Projects like I ain't got no money, I'ma let it run
Why niggas be runnin' from me?
Keep that


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