Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daddy's Little Girl, artist - Molly Brazy. Date of issue: 01.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Daddy's Little Girl |
| Daddy’s little girl all grown now |
| I’m on my own now, all that nice shit gone now |
| Still on my princess shit, princess cut like I’m Cinderella |
| Got my groove back like Stella, play me, you could never |
| I be with the wolves, lions, tigers and bears |
| See skeletons everywhere, you would probably be scared |
| I’m comfy, let’s get to this money, we on the clock |
| Playtime over, precision in every shot |
| Where I’m standin', I’ma need a parachute if I jump |
| Watch your feet, I can’t let these red bottoms get pumped |
| Phone ringin' off the hook, people askin' for favors |
| Now they mad, it’s bad enough I’m gettin' mugged by the neighbors |
| When I was down, who gave me a hand? |
| I ain’t see no hands |
| Fake bitches wanna be besties, I don’t need no friends |
| I’m good, save me the voice and the trouble |
| Money make me cum, that pussy moist when I hustle |
| Independent 'cause these niggas pay more rolls than a Zelle |
| Take it back, 'cause I know that ain’t your Rollie, Izelle |
| That’s Coney money, Izelle, I ain’t impressed, I’m disgusted |
| My time on a budget, I can’t spend that shit on dusties |
| Bum, hoes actin' like they know Kamaiyah |
| Fuck the threats, they gon' really have to show Kamaiyah |
| I ain’t never been the one goin' back and forth |
| I like war, kickin' doors, plus my temper too short |
| No remorse, that’s a side that you don’t wanna see |
| My bad side, that’s a place that you don’t wanna be |
| All they wanna do is tweet, they don’t never wanna meet |
| 'Cause this Draco a buffet, all you can eat |
| Tattoos on my body represent the life that I live |
| Been crossed by many, but they gon' have to pay for what they did |
| I hate to see these kids runnin' 'round like they tough |
| When I knew they would’ve crumbled if they grew up in the Skudd |
| My life ain’t picture perfect, Rock sittin' in states |
| Fifteen minute calls, but it’s a smile on my face |
| Tears when they in, but I still keep my faith |
| Yeah, he striked out but look who stepped up to the plate |
| Dodgin' raindrops, switchin' lanes in that Trackhawk |
| Play with sticks? |
| Hell yeah, play with y’all? |
| Hell nah |
| Croc skin Birkin 'cause today I’m feelin' swampy |
| Tryna run these bills up and I ain’t talkin' Chauncey |
| Balenciaga Mondays, YSL Thursdays |
| Caked up, no birthday, pretty on my worst day |
| Ballin', no First Take, run through it the first take |
| Now they say I’m mad but I wasn’t playin' in the first place |
| Daddy’s little girl all grown now |
| I’m on my own now, they on my phone now |
| Askin' for this, beggin' for that |
| Tell 'em I ain’t got it, now they wanna get mad |
| But I’m so over it, swear I’m so over it |
| I’m so over it, swear I’m so over it, I’m so over it |