Lyrics Папуля - Polisha

Папуля

My daddy
He’s calling
My daddy
Seven, seven pm he’s callin'
Wantin' to see me crawlin'
Sendin' me back to bawlin'
Now that I’m callin' back my dad
Hey daddy-daddy, hey daddy daddy-daddy, ooh
Hey daddy-daddy, hey daddy daddy-daddy, ooh
Hey paddy daddy I’m flyin' all the way home
Runnin' all the way home, way home, way home
I’m me, little did I drink
Fanta, vodka, threw 'em up all over kitchen sink
Scrollin' my IG while my gays are fuckin' raw
One runs philology, the other runs law
Daily I was wishin' for some pussy for my dinner
Life is like the ocean of the dicks and I’m a swimmer but
I’m bi, I’m bi, I’m fuckin' bi
I’d only eat a dick because I’m tryin' to be polite
I don’t drink no hard shit, only women’s beer shit
But angry is the daddy, bet he’s wonderin' now
Where where where where is she?
Is she gonna come at me and show her pussy?
My dad is crazy but I don’t let anybody in
I keep my pussy guarded like Jesus is within
I hate sperm cans, Holy Spirit is the one
To fuck me raw, to get into my booty-booty hole
Clap, clap, clap, clap for the daddy
He controls every inch of my berry
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap just for the daddy
Virginity I ain’t gon' bury, bury
C’mon, annihilate my phone
For all the weed ya think I blow
Go, write it on my own gravestone:
«She sold virginity on Amazon»