pick me up in their in-the- mud caddies thugs lay down their gatties and battles i want every last motherfucking bad guy to call me daddy who's your daddy you can call me daddy
Traduzione: Custom. Papà.
the hippest magazines They've loosened their uptights Dad's wearin' real tight Levis And some Gucci Tennis shoes He's got a T-shirt custom made for him
ain't never seen (yeah) Shorty riding shotgun so incredible (so incredible) (gorgeous) Lay back in the? down gangster lean (I stay chilling daddy, you
for job for Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for [Verse 1] Yeah, I'm on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy
ultimate wave In the fifties it was Hey Daddy O Then came the surfers and the Hodads ya' know We had our woodies and our custom cars And when we drove
Well my daddy was a world class trucker, took my momma on a four day trip And she swears to me that I was conceived at a big rig dealership The story
the slave Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God [instrumental break] Custom made, the consumer news Keep saying we're free But we're all just blue (x3) Custom
walked his sweetheart down the aisle You should have seen his mama cry She was the only girl for him And he would never, never leave her side And daddy
system til I D-I-E I been, doin' this for years, I don't need ID I was, Born To Roll, cause my daddy's O.G. And if ya still ain't knowin', turn it up
Y'alls got it made, we broke and starvin barely payin the rent Sleepless nights, alligator t-uh-tears Mommy arguin wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many
give a fuck if the cops come the type of cat who come hom your face, invading space, Daper daddy dealing with your case [Substantial] Rappers get inches daddy
with custom flames At the hot rod show when the Kingsmen came And that bass guitar, it rattled my frame and it shook you too The corvette was Big Daddy
He ain't nothin, girl you know [Kool Keith] Rappers who freestyle forever Can't afford to buy a cup of cocoa admire my leather Your girl get wetter, touchin my custom
Bring It, Bring It, Bring It, Bring It On [DADDY X] Oh no, here we go Kottonmouth Kings about to blow All because the way we roll That underground way
My personal president of the United States Hey baby, hey daddy, hey sugar, you sure are a looker in your bling-bling chain and your Gucci shades He got the custom
Let me write a 16, pick a thoed ass beat Bout to jot down some heat, and then smother the street But at 18, I was getting it by the gram My daddy told
bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin' Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid Spent a mill' on the wheels custom
