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letra de don't call me daddy - ro$egld

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[chorus] ro$egld

i might, flex, on your b—h
she might, drown, on my wrist
ok, true, i’m not rich
but i’m wor-kin’ on it
and we’re almost there
we’re almost there
we’re almost there
and when we get there
i might flex, on your b—h
she might, drown, on my wrist

[verse]

smooth like b-tta
move like watta
surprise like tada
i want the naanaa
i’m simba you nala
tell me mufasa
take a deep breath not your fadda
i can f–k you properly

but don’t call me daddy
only call me papi
you know i like it sloppy
you know i like it sloppy

[verse]

i got ice on my neck
i got weight on my wrist
she be poppin’ a pill
she be hoppin’ on whips
she only live for the thrill

she want me to answer her texts
she wanna relieve my stress
doesn’t make sense
i don’t know what she’s about
she’s only here cuz she riding my clout
i don’t have time for the fakes
i got my money to make

everyone here is a lame
all these b—–s the same
imma just stay in my lane
it’s been a h-ll of a ride
i been chillin’ on the side
don’t be actin’ surprised
it’s just me and my guys

now i’m back on the road
everyone playing my song
you can believe it or not
that’s how everything goes
now everybody can sing along like

smooth like b-tta
move like watta
ain’t n-body betta
wish i never met her

[verse]

got a pretty lil thing on my wrist
lil thing waiting at home
she love how i walk with a drip
i’m in love with making it snow
i don’t even like the snow
but i’m used to being this cold
she love how i walk with a drip
wrist on thirty below

smooth like b-tta
move like watta
surprise like tada
i want the naanaa
i’m simba you nala
tell me mufasa
take a deep breath not your fadda
i can f–k you properly

[bridge]

got a pretty lil thing on my wrist
lil thing waiting at home
she love how i walk with a drip
i’m in love with making it snow
i don’t even like the snow
but i’m used to being this cold
she love how i walk with a drip
wrist on thirty below
got a pretty lil thing on my wrist
but i’m used to being this cold

[chorus]

i might, flex, on your b—h
she might, drown, on my wrist
ok, true, i’m not rich
but i’m wor-kin’ on it
and we’re almost there

i might, flex, on your b—h
she might, drown, on my wrist
ok, true, i’m not rich
but i’m wor-kin’ on it
and we’re almost there

- roegld

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