| Now, this first verse, for Ivyanna
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| The only seed I actually watched come outta momma
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| And she so smart, and she so cute I think she gifted man
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| She gimme sweet eyes say she love me just to lift the pain
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| But she don’t know about her sister and her baby brother
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| They need to talk, but they can’t talk cuz they crazy mothers
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| I feed her, clothe her, take her places all across the nation
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| She know I rap and know her daddy be on tv stations
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| She see my magnum, and she run up, hollin daddy daddy
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| So on that strength, when i’m n beef, I’ll let you niggas have it
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| And she ain’t even 4 though
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| But she be laughin at her daddy when he hit dat do do
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| Behind Ivy man, I go loco, I lose my mind
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| I see her wake up every morning, even love how she be cryin
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| And plus she get her nails done, toes done at three
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| Wear purses and lipstick, oooo, you gotta see
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| Man, I love her, that’s my heart, ain’t gon lie, Ivy bad
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| She done rode first class before she had her first class
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| But even if yeh mamma tell yeh different, daddy love yeh
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| For da time that I missed you, daddy love yeh
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| For da missin time, da prison time, when ain’t no one won’t give a dime
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| Remember dis, Daddy love yeh
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| Now dis second verse for Pretty Black
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| No matter what her momma tell her, she gon love Hatch
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| And all she want is for her daddy show her love back
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| She look just like her other grandma, Victoria Hatch
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| The first year I only saw my child on holidays
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| I broke her bread but I feel guilty bout da hidin days
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| And now dey wanna put a child on child support
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| I’m finally turning 21, now I’m back in court
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| I gotta hook up on dat lean, now I’m stackin dough
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| My babys mama’s stay at war, it’s embarassin whoa
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| And everytime I see her outside, and she dirty, I clean her
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| And it hurt me when I clean her cause I’m fresh up out da cleaners
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| Now I’m feelin bad, time to put her in a beemer
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| Let her hit da block, looking like her auntie trina
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| Now she smiling at her daddy, but she ain’t sayin too much
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| Just like Ivy, I give Tarlasia, that tickle touch
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| Man I love dem girls, I like dey hair up in curls
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| I put a end to ya life, if you fuck with they world, tarlasia
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| Now dis last verse for Tootie Ray
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| The Ray for his grandfather, who passed away
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| I wonder if he be like daddy, who blast da k
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| Made me feel good, cause he cried to go wit daddy today
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| When he get older I’ma sittin him down and straight up tell
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| When you was in your mommas stomach boy I gave yeh hell
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| You got a cousin look just like yeh, name lil trell
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| You got a uncle name Bronson, but he up in jail
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| And Rocawear jus like his daddy, spit on people like his daddy
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| I guess my fuckin son gon be a savage
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| And I be havin em saggin, and shame on me
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| But he ain’t gonna be no lame round me
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| So ain’t no need to spank a g
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| And all I do his holla at him
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| And he get right, and he sit back
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| He act like he gonna cry, then he wipe his fuckin eyes
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| Some of my family members won’t accept him, dey cold hearted
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| But dat boy gon be a legend, he gon be so retarded
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| At 11 I’m gonna go get my son A farari
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| At seven im gon get him head at his birthday party |