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smoked outt records – whoa now lil’ daddy lyrics

(derrick talking)
whats hannin’ lil daddy?
you want beef with uptown?
look, uptown, uptown, look, look

{chorus 2x: derrick}
whoa now lil’ daddy
you ridin’ in the caddy
k!llin’ is just a habit
triggers i like to grab ’em
a gangsta kidnapping
for 30 g’s you can have ’em
lil’ daddy if i want it
you know i gotta have it

(verse 1: derrick)
got my nina on hand, ready to put the blast
get around on some g-ss, camouflaged or ski masked
dressed up in black
with the mac c-cked back
n-gga watch my back because the game is like that
that charge got me wild
sippin’ on syrup and cristall
ready to blast a b-tch up, i been like this since a child
n-gga i’m coming real, do you feel what i feel?
listen to my sk!lls, before your cap get peeled
this game ain’t no joke, n-gga get smoked buy the hour
transportin’ powder
and stacking g’s like a tower
now these hoes wanna holla
since they see me makin’ cake
them hoes just dont know, there ain’t no trickin’ round my way
i’m just flippin’ k’s, and if you want it i’ll give it
if you want that d-ck, then you know i’m servin’ plenty
play the game raw and don’t f-ck the whole clique
i’ma pop ya b-tch first you gon’ get pistol whipped

{chorus 2x}

(verse 2: day-shawn)
whoa now lil daddy, this retaliation
rattin’, schemin’, spit so much game couldn’t count my explanation
that ho must did not notice who she was f-ckin’ wit
rattin’ over petty sh-t
time for that ho wig to get split
stupid -ss ho, shoulda kept your mouth closed
instead of makin’ that b-tch move
now you got beef with this f-ckin’ thug known as a psycho
and if i k!ll ya, it ain’t gon be no secret mission
i’ma let my n-ggas do you in so it ain’t no compet-tion
i’ll get viscous so if you see me get the f-ck out my vision
seventeen shots from this glock, dont need no ammunition
broke that ho off, i gave her stones but now its on
shoulda mind your own business and not be a victim of this chrome
whoa now lil daddy

{chorus 2x}

(verse 3: t.c.)
uptown is where im from, valence is the street
if i get in beef i back it up with a 223
i hit your block crooked n-gga
i’m a rapper slash k!ller
you gon feel a hb from uptown on the realla
you know bout v. l., now you feelin the me
i’ll part ya red head like wodies across the red sea
b-tch get off me, i’m off the heezy
i’m high off top, this gangsta sh-t that’s me
i live in the two four seven’s
choppers only, 187s and 211s
you gon’ need (?????????)
comin’ in the upt we slangin’ every thang
best move, you’ll get bloozed
chopped out ya shoes
face on the news
what you gonna do when these ryders after you
baby hit the g-ss even my boo will wet you
i’m a uptown fool who ain’t playin by no rules
have you even sayin shouldn’t never have f-cked wit that fool
fulla that uhh makin’ you change that att-tude im a uptown fool

{chorus 2x}

(talking till end)

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