Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baby Girl, artist - Wiley.
Date of issue: 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 |