Bearskin Rug
[Intro]
You know you need a daddy
Why you frontin'?
It ain't nuttin'
Wassup?
[Verse 1]
It ain't nuttin' like a rude night shordy
To keep you hunkered down when your lou like woadie
Spare change diva, coppin' you some brand name sneakers
WIth a Negro League jacket from a fiend named Keisha
J roller, Scott Mason's main dame owner
Angola, two Azerbaijan my bitch is holdin', high rollin'
Yeah... yeah
My cadence caught Solomon attention
You catching my attention I been wantin' sumn solid for a minute
Collagen and silicone is not a part of no persona I was hittin' on
You need to stop rockin' with them n***as
Chillin' with a chip off the old block
A gentleman
I could kick off them Timberlands and slip on some old Moc's
No socks with linen
You see the way you never let your nail polish chip?
I keep my waves spinnin'
[Marilyn Monroe]
I want a guy I can look up to and admire
But I don’t want him to browbeat me
I want a guy who’ll be sweet with me
But I don’t want him to baby me either
I just gotta feel it
[Verse 2]
Yo Russian Hands, Roman Fingers
African lips, Vatican tits
I want the whole dillinger
Like Cherry Moglie, pretty angel
Shorty half French, put her tongue in my mouth
I could've strangled
Wasn't very hunnid
Said I was the first dark n***a she had met in a while
That put it to her
Couldn't care less what I was benchin'
Long as I was liftin' up her dress
She made a mess in my collection sheets
So glo on my section C
No sweats
She tell me, "daddy don't stress, you know I'm extra deep"
You know you need a daddy
Why you frontin'?
It ain't nuttin'
Wassup?
[Verse 1]
It ain't nuttin' like a rude night shordy
To keep you hunkered down when your lou like woadie
Spare change diva, coppin' you some brand name sneakers
WIth a Negro League jacket from a fiend named Keisha
J roller, Scott Mason's main dame owner
Angola, two Azerbaijan my bitch is holdin', high rollin'
Yeah... yeah
My cadence caught Solomon attention
You catching my attention I been wantin' sumn solid for a minute
Collagen and silicone is not a part of no persona I was hittin' on
You need to stop rockin' with them n***as
Chillin' with a chip off the old block
A gentleman
I could kick off them Timberlands and slip on some old Moc's
No socks with linen
You see the way you never let your nail polish chip?
I keep my waves spinnin'
[Marilyn Monroe]
I want a guy I can look up to and admire
But I don’t want him to browbeat me
I want a guy who’ll be sweet with me
But I don’t want him to baby me either
I just gotta feel it
[Verse 2]
Yo Russian Hands, Roman Fingers
African lips, Vatican tits
I want the whole dillinger
Like Cherry Moglie, pretty angel
Shorty half French, put her tongue in my mouth
I could've strangled
Wasn't very hunnid
Said I was the first dark n***a she had met in a while
That put it to her
Couldn't care less what I was benchin'
Long as I was liftin' up her dress
She made a mess in my collection sheets
So glo on my section C
No sweats
She tell me, "daddy don't stress, you know I'm extra deep"