Smoked Outt Records
Smoked Outt Records - Woo Now Lil' Daddy songtekst
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[Derrick Talking] Whats hapnin' lil daddy? You want beef with uptown? Look, uptown, uptown, look, look [Chorus x2: Derrick] Whoa now Lil' Daddy You ridin' in the caddy Killin' is just a habit Triggers I like to grab 'em A gangsta kid napping For 30 G's it will happen 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 gass, camouflaged or ski masked Dressed up in black With the Mac cocked back Nigga watch my back because the game is like that That charge got me wild Sippin' on syrup and crys-tyle Ready to blast a bitch up, aint been like this since a child Nigga I'm coming real, do you feel what I feel? Listen to my skills, before your cap get peeled This game aint no joke, nigga get smoked buy the hour Transportin' powder And stacking G's like a tower Now these hoes wanna holler Since they see me makin' K's Them hoes just dont know, there aint no trickin' round my way I'm just flippin' K's, and if you want it I'll give it And if you want fifty Then let me know i'm servin plenty Play the game raw and dont fuck the whole clique I'ma pop ya bitch first you gon' get pistol whipped [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: Day-shawn] Whoa now lil daddy, this retaliation Rattin', schemin', spit so much game couldnt count my explanation That hoe must did not notice who she was fuckin' wit Rattin' over petty shit Time for that hoe wig to get split Stupid ass hoe, shoulda kept your mouth closed Instead of makin' that bitch move Now you got beef with this fuckin' thug known as a psycho And if I kill ya, it aint gon be no secret mission I'ma let my niggaz do you in so it aint no competition I'll get viscous so if you see me get the fuck out my vision Seventeen shots from this Glock, dont need no ammunition Broke that hoe 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 x2] [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 nigga I'm a rapper slash killer 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 Bitch get off me, I'm off the heezy I'm high off top, this gangsta shit 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 gass even my boo will wet you I'm a uptown fool who aint playin by no rules Have you even sayin shouldnt never have fucked wit that fool Fulla that uhh makin' you change that attitude im a uptown fool [Chorus x2] [Talking till end]