Daddy Issues Lyrics

Come on

She get with it, she gon' eat it in the car

She ain't never fucked a star

I make her wet like Noah's Ark

I put it in so deep she screamin' that she feel it in her heart

You be tryna cuff bitches, I be tryna fuck bitches

You be likin' all her posts when I can fuck jus of a mention

Handy Manny beat her walls, knockin' shit in all dimensions

I can go inside her raw and you gon' come behind and kiss it

All my bitches got a nigga I told em come damaged, woah

Come to my home, don't bring your phone bring we got some understandin'

Best believe I'm finna fuck, if she pull up with no panties

I don't want no purple jeans, rather get my shit from Manny

My G-Lock came wit a dick, starting to think this bitch a tranny

You dirty bitch, keep out my grass, classy nigga I'm just like Stanley

Climbed in the window and we robbed em, damn I think his name was Stanley

Pulled out a nutted on her chin, took a picture of my family

I need some Wock, I hate the Tris

No I ain't worried about that bitch

I ran up 50K on lean, I could've Cartier my wrist

You don't think we havin motion, bitch I could've paid yo rent

Gucci cape, thought I would save you, do I fuckin' look like Kent

Chocolate hoe called grabbin' leaf, that hoe get passed around

She want it raw jus like some papers, I'ma fold her down

Flip a brick I feel like Debo, kick it with my migos

He ask me can I move a kilo, I say si amigo

Cougar bitch drunk off the Tito's, tryna give me deep throat

If her titties double D's, then I gotta see those

Latina call me Daddy Grande, and you Baby Pito

I'm really lost without my Padre, sum like Finding Nemo

Fluent spittin Guapanese, damn, I'm so bilingual

Come on baby, shake that ass, I ain't tryna mingle

I put a perky in my lean, it gave me a tingle

She told me cut on Lisa Ann, that's her favorite single

Down on her knees, just like a nun, she from Christian Mingle

I pick ha turn her upside down and fuck her while she dangle

I need a fuckin' cameraman, the way I hit the angles

This yellow bitch, I call her Bart, she love it when I strangle

I can't even trust my kin, niggas don't want me to win

I put that shit on my dead kid, if that even was my kid

Before the Glock, I was kickin' doors and robbin' with a cig

I hit your hoe, you fuck my bitch it's even, that's just what it is

Feel like a nerd, mixing lean up in the lab like Baby Sid

What's the word, bird, fly just like a bird just like a pigeon

Roll a 3.5 full of opps, no we ain't smokin' on no mid

TJ work the wheel, me and Cho backseat spin like a fidget