Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who's Ya Daddy, artist - Juvenile. Album song Reality Check, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.02.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Who's Ya Daddy |
| Girl you’re lookin' like a '4 dropped low to the ground |
| Ooh, I like it when you shake it up and swing it around |
| Don’t stop, ooh, you servin' it now |
| Have a nigga lookin' for you, searchin' around |
| I tried to pass you up but you’re lookin' so hot |
| Got my dick gettin' stiffer than a robot |
| You not lookin' concerned about what a hoe got |
| You just layin' it down right there in yo' spot |
| When you pass a nigga, come to a slow stop |
| Wonderin' how I’m lookin' when the clothes drop |
| Fresh out of the fingernail and toe shop |
| Lookin' real, I gotta get her when the hoe pop |
| She got a shape, ain’t nothin' fake, she in the race |
| Her pretty face, I’d give her a 7 or 8 |
| Or maybe 9 if she really fine |
| Side and behind with a lady mind |
| Diamonds, she genuine… |
| Let your hair down girl, you already know |
| (When I grab ya ass) I ain’t gonna let it go |
| Ooh, I’m the shit and you the poo poo |
| Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo |
| You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know |
| Who’s ya daddy, who’s ya daddy, who’s ya daddy hoe? |
| You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know |
| Who’s ya daddy, who’s ya daddy, who’s ya daddy hoe? |
| Your big, fine, don’t be scared, put your hands up |
| Give me a minute, you ain’t gotta give your man up |
| In a relationship, I understand, and what? |
| He ain’t focusin' right now, so we CAN fuck |
| Move — shake — bounce — pop |
| Pancake it, pull it over at the bus stop |
| Swing it back around, stop it there and make it wiggle |
| Put it in reverse and back it up just a little |
| It ain’t your birthday, nope, it ain’t your birthday |
| But I’ma treat you like that, if you can serve me |
| Girl you a stallion, let me take you to the derby |
| I bet a hundred that you gon' be up in first place |
| (Pose — move — stop — walk) |
| Shit, I think you more finer than the block talk |
| Ladies, put your hands up if you need to get dropped off |
| Up even higher if you wanna leave in my car |
| Let your hair down girl, you already know |
| (When I grab ya ass) I ain’t gonna let it go |
| Ooh, I’m the shit and you the poo poo |
| Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo |
| You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know |
| Who’s ya daddy, who’s ya daddy, who’s ya daddy hoe? |
| You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know |
| Who’s ya daddy, who’s ya daddy, who’s ya daddy hoe… |
| Uh-hu… uh-hu… uh-hu… |
| Like it when you be dressin' all fancy |
| And your lips be lookin' like candy |
| Come here and get you a sip of this Brandy |
| Let me think a size off of what I can see |
| You musta been eatin' by grannies |
| Cause that ass lookin' phat in them panties |
| Tryin' to treat you like one of my family |
| And I won’t be actin' like your man be |
| I’m the shit lil' mama, just chance me |
| Cause you’re lookin' at a more advanced me |
| Now drop it, and pop it, and shake it like a dog |
| Look back at a gangsta when you’re catchin' the wall |
| Let your hair down girl, you already know |
| (When I grab ya ass) I ain’t gonna let it go |
| Ooh, I’m the shit and you the poo poo |
| Let a nigga fuck you with that uptown voo-doo |
| You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know |
| Who’s ya daddy, who’s ya daddy, who’s ya daddy hoe? |
| You my lil' mamma mia, and you already know |
| Who’s ya daddy, who’s ya daddy, who’s ya daddy hoe? |