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mekhi randle – sugar daddy lyrics

[hook]
b+tch, i’m up now, you know i don’t need a sugar daddy
i’m super fine, you know the time
i like to keep it classy
put some dots on your head like you got some acne
next thing you know you and mekhi getting nasty
make it oh, make it woah, make it aye, aye
n0body want you, you been passed through the gang, gang
i either have it my way or no way
i’m tryna spoil you i’m your sugar daddy today

[verse 1]
get rich, with me, your sugar daddy (uh)
you can either hop out the honda or hop out a caddy
hop out the porsche the same color of khakis
hurry up and get to the bank, you better make it snappy
i ain’t tryna rush, but i got you running like a track meet
but like a track meet, there ain’t no runnin’ up on me
the tables finna turn, watch how i’m gonna eat a beat
i wasn’t able to use those codes to make me cheat
mekhi lookin’ in your wallet to see what you workin’ with
i’m a boy but still want a birkin b+tch
sh+t on a broke sugar daddy, you just cinnamon
sh+t, you couldn’t even keep the convo interesting

[refrain]
look at my feet, look at my t++th
i want them done can you pay for them, please?
look at my phone, it’s gettin’ old
i want a new one but in the color of gold
look at my neck, i want it froze
fill it with diamonds, i’ll take your dough
woah, woah, woah, aye
[hook]
b+tch, i’m up now, you know i don’t need a sugar daddy
i’m super fine, you know the time
i like to keep it classy
put some dots on your head like you got some acne
next thing you know you and mekhi getting nasty
make it oh, make it woah, make it aye, aye
n0body want you, you been passed through the gang, gang
i either have it my way or no way
i’m tryna spoil you i’m your sugar daddy today

[verse 2]
boss up on a b+tch like i work here
running out of money is one of my worst fears
don’t know what was harder, the first or the last tear
you don’t understand how patient i was
but ho, we got here
run up a check, i wanna sack, i shop at saks
i ball like shaq
shine off my trophy
b+tch, i got plaques, b+tch i got racks
got a nice bag make all of them mad
they actin’ weird. showing red flags like
woah, woah, aye, woah

- mekhi randle lyrics

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