Smoked Outt Records

Whoa Now Lil` Daddy

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(Derrick Talking)Whats hapnin` lil daddy?You want beef with uptown?Look, uptown, uptown, look, look{Chorus 2x: Derrick}Whoa now Lil` DaddyYou ridin` in the caddyKillin` is just a habitTriggers I like to grab `emA gangsta kid nappingFor 30 G`s it will happenLil` Daddy if I want ityou know i gotta have it(Verse 1: Derrick)Got my nina on hand, ready to put the blastGet around on some gass, camouflaged or ski maskedDressed up in blackWith the Mac cocked backNigga watch my back because the game is like thatThat charge got me wildSippin` on syrup and crys-tyleReady to blast a bitch up, aint been like this since a childNigga I`m coming real, do you feel what I feel?Listen to my skills, before your cap get peeledThis game aint no joke, nigga get smoked buy the hourTransportin` powderAnd stacking G`s like a towerNow these hoes wanna hollerSince they see me makin` K`sThem hoes just dont know, there aint no trickin` round my wayI`m just flippin` K`s, and if you want it I`ll give itAnd if you want fiftyThen let me know i`m servin plentyPlay the game raw and dont fuck the whole cliqueI`ma pop ya bitch first you gon` get pistol whipped{Chorus 2x}(Verse 2: Day-shawn)Whoa now lil daddy, this retaliationRattin`, schemin`, spit so much game couldnt count my explanationThat hoe must did not notice who she was fuckin` witRattin` over petty shitTime for that hoe wig to get splitStupid ass hoe, shoulda kept your mouth closedInstead of makin` that bitch moveNow you got beef with this fuckin` thug known as a psychoAnd if I kill ya, it aint gon be no secret missionI`ma let my niggaz do you in so it aint no competitionI`ll get viscous so if you see me get the fuck out my visionSeventeen shots from this Glock, dont need no ammunitionBroke that hoe off, i gave her stones but now its onShoulda mind your own business and not be a victim of this chromeWhoa now lil daddy{Chorus 2x}(Verse 3: T.C.)Uptown is where im from, Valence is the streetIf i get in beef I back it up with a 223I hit your block crooked niggaI`m a rapper slash killerYou gon feel a HB from uptown on the reallaYou know bout V. L., now you feelin the meI`ll part ya red head like wodies across the red seaBitch get off me, I`m off the heezyI`m high off top, this gangsta shit that`s meI live in the two four seven`sChoppers only, 187s and 211sYou gon` need (?????????)Comin` in the UPT we slangin` every thangBest move, you`ll get bloozedChopped out ya shoesFace on the newsWhat you gonna do when these ryders after youBaby hit the gass even my boo will wet youI`m a uptown fool who aint playin by no rulesHave you even sayin shouldnt never have fucked wit that foolFulla that uhh makin` you change that attitude im a uptown fool{Chorus 2x}(Talking till end)

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