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letra de daddy not bae - chicken p

[intro]
ayy

[chorus]
i told the b-tch, “call me daddy, not bae”, huh
fentanyl, huh, huh, isotol, where my spray?
have my dog o dog you in your dog, word to tae

[verse]
where my rake? hoodies, b-tches, they want eat
where my pape’? i ain’t talkin’ to you n-ggas, send my cheese
got my neighborhood so hot, made the neighbors break they lease
ain’t makin’ milkshakes ’bout that blender, b-tch, i ain’t colease
i watch him do it in my face, make sure he not police, yeah
turn a one to two or three, i could turn a half to two, yeah
b-tch, i’m makin’ busy, see more chickens than the zoo (yeah)
i could talk to dog, baby, just like dr. dolittle
i remember on the block, the fiends had shop ’cause i was too little
like what you doin’ with them grams? don’t worry, just know i know what to do with ’em
i gave a piece to ben, he said this sh-t a ten like two nickels
i be buyin’ books, i can’t believe i came from two quarters
they like, “how i dump the food?” i bring it to the front like who ordered?
b-tch, call me daddy, not bae
huh, psych, b-tch, i ain’t your motherf-ckin’ daddy
don’t you see me countin’? move the f-ck around with all that chattin’
pull a bird out my hat, you ain’t knew that i know magic, huh
i get money and talk sh-t so they don’t like me
she like, “why you ashin’ on the floor?” b-tch, ’cause this a striker
’cause you see me rf certified, these the ones that i be wipin’
come in with dog sh-t and then i make her change my diaper
ooh, i need a cold sprite, it’s gon’ be a long night
i serve bobby in the day, when he at work, i served his wife
i got jackie in the alley, i got curtis to your right
we havin’ orgies, i make brodie take the panties off this pint
i don’t just talk about the pape’, b-tch, i get it
if i stack my stash up, this sh-t’ll stand up like a midget
if this switch’ll have your people lightin’ candles, we the littest
you can ask my people ’bout me, they gon’ say i stand on business, lil’ n-gga, yeah
think you f-ckin’ with me, lil’ dog, but that sh-t in your head
in real life, you really not what’s up and you know how to play it
i threw on a nike-tech and chased a check when i jumped out the bed
i’m jumpin’ on a flight, just meet me at the airport when i land
[chorus]
i told the b-tch, “call me daddy, not bae”, huh
fentanyl, huh, huh, isotol, where my spray?
have my dog o dog you in your dog, word to tae

- chicken p

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