| Yeah
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| Do you know that, hmm?
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| Yeah
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| I love you
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| I love you, dada, I love you, dada
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| I love dada
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| We gotta make the music right here
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| Okay
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| Make the music right here and then you play the piano
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| Okay
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| Daddy’s arm is like a turnstile (All these women, women)
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| Daddy packs his bills up real high (Through the ceiling, ceiling)
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| I don’t ask no questions, ask no whys (I just listen, listen)
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| Daddy’s arm is like a turnstile (All these women, women)
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| Ain’t nothing cooler than being your dad
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| I could be mad at the world, soon as I see you, I’m glad
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| For you, I go hard, can’t tell me, Dave, you need to relax
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| Daddy chasing a bag
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| When I don’t get to see you is wack
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| I see my eyes when I look in your eyes
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| I see my nose when I look at your nose
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| I can feel you in my soul
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| Feel like I knew you forever, you only two years old
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| Your father love you, no matter the stories you get told
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| I was there the day you came out your moms
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| So small, could fit your face in my palm
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| I used to pray you was strong
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| You got my last name, you my earth, a goddess, a queen
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| The same month you was born I stopped drinking lean
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| I see the world different
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| Just me and my little girl chilling
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| Violate, I make the world feel it
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| When Nas made that song about daughters, ain’t know the lyrics
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| You was born yet, now I’m listening, I can feel it
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| Daddy’s arm is like a turnstile (All these women, women)
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| Daddy packs his bills up real high (Through the ceiling, ceiling)
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| I don’t ask no questions, ask no whys (I just listen, listen)
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| Daddy’s arm is like a turnstile (All these women, women)
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| Ain’t nothing better than knowin' you mines
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| I see your face on FaceTime and I know why I grind
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| It was the 9th of March, never been so nervous in my life
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| I mean, I’m from the hood where niggas get murdered over dice
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| What kind of daddy would I be?
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| I done sold drugs, been in jail, been denied bail, with my homie hoping he
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| don’t tell
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| I never changed a diaper before, I helped Ayeshia with Jamir but that was light,
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| he a boy
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| Little girls is the future of our world
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| Can’t impress with just diamonds or some pearls, my daughter gotta be thorough
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| You half Puerto-Rican, half black
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| I trade it all for you before I write my last rap
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| When you get older, I’ll tell you how I stash packs
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| And tucked weed in my socks and had to flee from the cops
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| But forget that, I’d rather teach you 'bout independence
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| And how the world is yours and you don’t need nobody in it (Word)
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| Daddy’s arm is like a turnstile (All these women, women)
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| Daddy packs his bills up real high (Through the ceiling, ceiling)
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| I don’t ask no questions, ask no whys (I just listen, listen)
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| Daddy’s arm is like a turnstile (All these women, women) |