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