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[Wiley:] She's my baby girl and she relies on me, |
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Loves me too much, won't hide from me, |
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She knows it's shit - |
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I've got too many flies on me, |
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Got spies on me, that's why |
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I had the blacks do a nine on me, |
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And one day, she'll be on the grind like me, |
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Doin' music, spittin' on the hype like me, |
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Eskigirl sprayin' on the stage like me, |
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The first beats she makes will be ' |
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Snowman Remix', |
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She can make beats like me, |
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And when I play ' |
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Stormy Weather' she gets mad, |
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Put on a screw-face just like me, |
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So I know she's got it, the gift |
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I possess, |
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Avoid the street mess and stay close to me, ' |
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Cause money's the key, |
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I run around freely gettin' it, |
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Just so me and you eat, [Chorus:] |
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She's daddy's little gal... |
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Daddy's little gal... |
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She knows |
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Daddy ain't washed up yet, ' |
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Cause I'm livin' in the studio, lost, upset, |
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When I find myself after all this music, |
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I'll be watching her performin' her set; |
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She might wanna be a nurse or a vet, |
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But I'll lop that off 'cause music's best; |
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I cruise for the press like, who's gonna make an album this good? |
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Daddy - yes; |
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He's the best and it's two-six now, |
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Still no-one's testin', most man are resting, |
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I can't rest 'cause you're seven months right now |
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And I get a big pain in my chest |
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If I don't see you, |
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I've gotta ring up and check, |
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But one day, we'll recieve a big cheque, |
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And fly round the world, |
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I'll show you revision, |
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All I want in return is respect, [Chorus] |
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Yo... And she loves |
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Dada, there's no-one above |
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Dada, Dada stands for |
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Big Dada, |
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It's my duty, |
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I'm back with a banger, |
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I'm a real striker, not a goal-hanger, |
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You'll soon see |
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Leah on a stage-show banner, |
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Leah, this money's too good by the hour, |
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And it pays by the minute, live |
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PA, that's why |
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I'm in it, |
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See I love money like |
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Nana and Raymond, |
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Patrick and |
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Macca, Them man showed me how to be a stacker, |
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And now I've gotta show you, school you, throw you in the deep end, ' |
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Cause the world's gettin' madder, |
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When you get old the streets will get badder, |
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That's why you've gotta climb the musical ladder, |
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She won't get clouded, just in the manor, |
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I ain't sad, |
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I'm happy |
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I had her. [Chorus] |