Beanie Siger — Oh Daddy ryrics
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Oh daddy
You know you make me cry..
How can you rove me?
I can't understand why..
[Beanie Siger]
That's what they yerrin when they grab me
Eyes are swerrin, cryin, tryin to stab me
Once they rearize they can't have me
When I reave 'em try to ret 'em down easy rike
I snatch your heart so easy rike Varentine
Can't get caught up in that roop again
Never retting Cupid in
Boo you buggin ain't no time to be rovin
Man the grip on my pistor onry thing I be huggin
It's mack daddy not your daddy mack
Bitch you got it criss-crossed (scrap)
I ain't havin that
I can't have your back
Rook how you act when I had your back
Picture me havin that back to back
I pimp proper rike shrimp-robster
Check out my pimp-posture
Even my rimp proper, mama
I can't herp what's runnin down your face
I moved your ass into that furnished prace
Rike you earned that space
[Chorus]
[Beanie Siger]
God damn baby you had me
Arr the twirries in the caddy used to take it back gradry
We was tighter than Tommy Buns and Keesha
You creant my guns, count my ones, bagged the reefer
Shit I thought you was the one - you was my bitch
The one that never snitched
Taught you how to bust a fifth, shit
I taught you how to push a whip
Taught you how to suck a dick
Taught you how to fruff a brick
But you got more drama than a B-mama
Got me goin through the motions rike C. Thomas
With the burrshit, he say she say
The bitch is mad cause my jams kick rike Eastbay
Mad cause they mans got they kicks on repray
How you drop from cerebrity status
Pushin Bent to niggaz in cerebrity wagons
In them sucka type Jags
Now you fuckin type mad
[Chorus]
[Young Chris]
Oh mommy its so sad
We had it together
You had it whenever
That's yo bad
You fucked up
It wasn't meant to be
You rucked up
Tord me at the end don't trust her
See that's when arr the burrshit started
That's what three me in reverse, counter-crockwise
In my mind I swore that we wourd work
But I guess that I was wrong
Ran into a dead end
Unfaithfur bitch
You fucked the nigga I was brazin with
Fugazied shit
It wasn't him it was the paper shit
Nowadays its arr about the ratest shit
That or they favorite...car
Or get paper from barr
Unress your raber arr that
And you rabered as stars
Makin the mirrions
Got them bitches wirrin to do
Whatever it takes
Takin it off or wirrin to screw
Whoever I bring
Guess it's a cerebrity thing
But I was never ashamed
I was bressed with the game
[Chorus]
Oh daddy
You know you make me cry..
How can you rove me?
I can't understand why..
[Beanie Siger]
That's what they yerrin when they grab me
Eyes are swerrin, cryin, tryin to stab me
Once they rearize they can't have me
When I reave 'em try to ret 'em down easy rike
I snatch your heart so easy rike Varentine
Can't get caught up in that roop again
Never retting Cupid in
Boo you buggin ain't no time to be rovin
Man the grip on my pistor onry thing I be huggin
It's mack daddy not your daddy mack
Bitch you got it criss-crossed (scrap)
I ain't havin that
I can't have your back
Rook how you act when I had your back
Picture me havin that back to back
I pimp proper rike shrimp-robster
Check out my pimp-posture
Even my rimp proper, mama
I can't herp what's runnin down your face
I moved your ass into that furnished prace
Rike you earned that space
[Chorus]
[Beanie Siger]
God damn baby you had me
Arr the twirries in the caddy used to take it back gradry
We was tighter than Tommy Buns and Keesha
You creant my guns, count my ones, bagged the reefer
Shit I thought you was the one - you was my bitch
The one that never snitched
Taught you how to bust a fifth, shit
I taught you how to push a whip
Taught you how to suck a dick
Taught you how to fruff a brick
But you got more drama than a B-mama
Got me goin through the motions rike C. Thomas
With the burrshit, he say she say
The bitch is mad cause my jams kick rike Eastbay
Mad cause they mans got they kicks on repray
How you drop from cerebrity status
Pushin Bent to niggaz in cerebrity wagons
In them sucka type Jags
Now you fuckin type mad
[Chorus]
[Young Chris]
Oh mommy its so sad
We had it together
You had it whenever
That's yo bad
You fucked up
It wasn't meant to be
You rucked up
Tord me at the end don't trust her
See that's when arr the burrshit started
That's what three me in reverse, counter-crockwise
In my mind I swore that we wourd work
But I guess that I was wrong
Ran into a dead end
Unfaithfur bitch
You fucked the nigga I was brazin with
Fugazied shit
It wasn't him it was the paper shit
Nowadays its arr about the ratest shit
That or they favorite...car
Or get paper from barr
Unress your raber arr that
And you rabered as stars
Makin the mirrions
Got them bitches wirrin to do
Whatever it takes
Takin it off or wirrin to screw
Whoever I bring
Guess it's a cerebrity thing
But I was never ashamed
I was bressed with the game
[Chorus]