Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baby Girl , by - Wiley. Release date: 21.10.2007
Song language: English
Baby Girl |
| She’s my baby girl and she relies on me |
| Loves me too much, won’t hide from me |
| She knows it’s shit — I’ve got too many flies on me |
| Got spies on me, that’s why I had a black star nine on me |
| And one day, she’ll be on the grind like me |
| Doin' music, spittin' on the hype like me |
| Eskigirl sprayin' on the stage like me |
| The first beat she makes will be 'Snowman Remix' |
| She can make beats like me |
| And when I play 'Stormy Weather' she gets mad |
| Puts on a screwface just like me |
| So I know she’s got it, the gift I possess |
| Avoid the street mess and stay close to me |
| 'Cause money’s the key, I run around freely gettin' it |
| Just so me and you eat |
| She’s daddy’s little girl |
| Daddy’s little girl |
| She knows daddy ain’t washed up yet |
| 'Cause I’m livin' in the studio, lost, upset |
| When I find myself after all this music |
| I’ll be watching her performin' her set |
| She might wanna be a nurse or a vet |
| But I’ll lock that off 'cause music’s best |
| I cruise for the press like, who’s gonna make an album this good? |
| Daddy, yes |
| He’s the best and it’s two-six now |
| Still no-one's testin', most man are resting |
| I can’t rest 'cause you’re seven months right now |
| And I get a big pain in my chest |
| If I don’t see you, I’ve gotta ring up and check |
| But one day, we’ll receive a big cheque |
| And fly round the world, I’ll show you revision |
| All I want in return is respect |
| She’s daddy’s little girl |
| Daddy’s little girl |
| Daddy’s little girl |
| Yo, and she loves Dada, there’s no-one above Dada |
| Dada stands for Big Dada |
| It’s my duty, I’m back with a banger |
| I’m a real striker, not a goal-hanger |
| You’ll soon see Leah on a stage-show banner |
| Leah, this money’s too good by the hour |
| And it pays by the minute, live PA, that’s why I’m in it |
| See I love money like Nana and Raymond, Patrick and Macca |
| Them man showed me how to be a stacker |
| And now I’ve gotta show you, school you, throw you in the deep end |
| 'Cause the world’s gettin' madder |
| When you get old the streets will get badder |
| That’s why you’ve gotta climb the musical ladder |
| She won’t get clouded, lost in the manor |
| I ain’t sad, I’m happy I had her |
| She’s daddy’s little girl |
| Daddy’s little girl |
| Daddy’s little girl |