Testi Cinderella Story - Killa Kyleon

Cinderella Story

Yuh\nCheck, one, two, what it do?\nAin’t no Cinderella story\nAin’t no glass slippers here\nAin’t no knight in shinin' armor\nJust they dad livin' here\nAin’t no Prince Charmin' 'bout to come around\nAnd take my girls out the po' house\nYou don’t need his castle, Daddy built your own\nTell them suckers, bet they know now\nThey tellin' fairy tales very well\nManipulatin' girls with the bullshit\nMark Twain, even King James version\nLyin' to 'em in the pulpit\nMake makin' women look dependin'\nNeed it like they need a prisoner itself\nGlass slippers ain’t gon' change the way you look\nBaby girl, you need help\nBa-barely women like they mascots\nFake hair, titties, ass shots\nWaist trainers 'bout to pass out\nTo look the part, she’ll cash out\nThey playin' off your insecurities\nIt’s affecting the maturity\nMama thottin', daddy wasn’t 'round\nSo she run to niggas for security\nMama told me, «Niggas ain’t shit»\n'Cause she never can or could find one\nThirty-five, daughter eighteen\nWith a grandkid, nigga, I’m done\nKings need to make queens\nThem the facts I know, nigga, I’m one\nMatter fact I’m '83\nAnd a king that was my son\nAin’t no Cinderella story\nAin’t no glass slippers here\nAin’t no knight in shinin' armor\nJust they dad livin' here\nAin’t no Prince Charmin' 'bout to come around\nAnd take my girls out the po' house\nYou don’t need his castle, Daddy built your own\nTell them suckers, bet they know now\nYuh\nRi gave me my oldest\nVicki gave a nigga Cupcake\nCare gave a nigga Cayden\nThem the reasons why I’m up late\nBrooke gave a nigga Austin\nBut Daddy baby up in heaven\nThink about my son daily\nNight and day, and I regret it\nGod sent another blessin'\nMatter fact, he sent me two\nTook away a nigga stressin'\nBut I’m still missin' you\nHate the world they growin' up in\nIt’s gettin' bad, shit lookin' fucked up\nYoung niggas gettin' shot down\nBy the police 'fore they cupped up\nLi’l girls goin' fire, strippin'\nAny hoes tell me what’s the focus\nKim K’s and Amber Roses\nJust some hoes, where the Oprahs?\nFood for thought, this some okra\nLookin' bad, shit hopeless\nQueen of clubs, played her cards wrong\nFor the night life, she a joker\nBaby could have been a broker\nSellin' stocks, streets broke her\nNot the dentist, anything other than\nA hoe strippin' off his\nI guess the money what provoked her\nSellin' pussy for some tokens\n'Til them four letters came into her life\nBein' sick, shit woke her\nAin’t no Cinderella story\nAin’t no glass slippers here\nAin’t no knight in shinin' armor\nJust they dad livin' here\nAin’t no Prince Charmin' 'bout to come around\nAnd take my girls out the po' house\nYou don’t need his castle, Daddy built your own\nTell them suckers, bet they know now\nAin’t no Cinderella story\nAin’t no glass slippers here\nAin’t no knight in shinin' armor\nJust they dad livin' here\nAin’t no Prince Charmin' 'bout to come around\nAnd take my girls out the po' house\nYou don’t need his castle, Daddy built your own\nTell them suckers, bet they know now