Letter 2 My Daddy (Freestyle) Lyrics

This a letter to my damn daddy I'm still glad you and momma had me

I was rollin' around in the front seat of the Rollmaster

While it was still slippin', whole lotta matchin

I got the same outfit as my daddy

White tee, blue jeans with the matching glasses

Blue capris for tellin' all the way that bitch nasty

If you got some taco laid out for a minute, shit on them badly

I walk up in the store, they say I look just like my daddy

They say, you dabblin' son

I'm the one that's gon' make your ass big and turn out bad

I'm doin' the dance, I won't pull up my damn pants

I'm flashin' out, I'm in the South, I really miss my grandparents

That done turned me to a crusher, baby, I'm in the hood

I ain't flashin' out, let a nigga slow talk bout me

I bet I bring that child power out the house

Why call me sly

It's a pic of one of them big ones just in case a nigga try me

I know a nigga won't be wrong just in case I slay that ass

I'ma keep that blade down on me just in case it cross my mind

Just a letter to my damn daddy

I'm still glad you ain't my man

I was rollin' in front of the real room

Master Wiley was still slappin' a whole lot of matches

I gotta say, I've had my daddy

White tee, blue jeans with the matching glasses

Blue capris for tellin' all the way that bitch nasty

If you got some taco laid out for a minute, shit on them badly

I walk up in the store, they say I look just like my daddy

They say, you dabblin' son

I'm the one that's gon' make your ass big and turn out bad

I'm the one that's gon' make your ass big and turn out bad

I'm the one that's gon' make your ass big and turn out bad

I'm the one that's gon' make your ass big

I'm the one that's gon' make your ass big