
She Calls Me Dad Duwap Kaine (Ft. Cashier Fresh)
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[Intro]
I'm sorry
This is a MaskedJerk production
[Chorus: Cashier Fresh]
I know you feel bad, th-that is not my problem
That bitch call me dad 'c-c-c-cause I fucked her mom
Niggas got a charm, bezel on my arm
Money counter my alarm, to let me know my money long
I know you feel bad, that is not my problem
That bitch call me dad 'cause I fucked her mom
That bitch got a charm, bezel on my arm
M-Money counter my alarm, to let me know my money long
[Verse 1: Cashier Fresh]
Me and bro, by that sto'
If you fiendin AJ serve 'em through the back do'
They think a nigga only poppin' 'cause he rap, woah
Before the rap I made stacks 'cause I cracked jokes
Crafty, everlasting, if I die they still remember me
Literally been countin' dollars since I was in little league
P-Point guard, ditched the Rockets since the Rockets [?]
My legacy too real, If I get killed they gon' remember me
Me and Dino matched up on some gas and we had ten a piece
Ballin' like I'm Kobe, droppin' sixty 'fore I leave the league
I only treat the hoes this way because the way they treated me
Fr-Fresh be wit' them boys up in the hood just like I'm Eazy-E
Me and Duwap fucked yo' hoe together
When it's over she asked can she the sweater
Oh, no-no, you cannot touch that polo sweater
Oh my god, this nigga Fresh is flowin' better
Than yo' favorite rapper on yo' favorite song
On your favorite album no-one fucking bought
I'm a fucking boss wit' the [?]
I'ma see a million 'fore my people die
I'm sorry
This is a MaskedJerk production
[Chorus: Cashier Fresh]
I know you feel bad, th-that is not my problem
That bitch call me dad 'c-c-c-cause I fucked her mom
Niggas got a charm, bezel on my arm
Money counter my alarm, to let me know my money long
I know you feel bad, that is not my problem
That bitch call me dad 'cause I fucked her mom
That bitch got a charm, bezel on my arm
M-Money counter my alarm, to let me know my money long
[Verse 1: Cashier Fresh]
Me and bro, by that sto'
If you fiendin AJ serve 'em through the back do'
They think a nigga only poppin' 'cause he rap, woah
Before the rap I made stacks 'cause I cracked jokes
Crafty, everlasting, if I die they still remember me
Literally been countin' dollars since I was in little league
P-Point guard, ditched the Rockets since the Rockets [?]
My legacy too real, If I get killed they gon' remember me
Me and Dino matched up on some gas and we had ten a piece
Ballin' like I'm Kobe, droppin' sixty 'fore I leave the league
I only treat the hoes this way because the way they treated me
Fr-Fresh be wit' them boys up in the hood just like I'm Eazy-E
Me and Duwap fucked yo' hoe together
When it's over she asked can she the sweater
Oh, no-no, you cannot touch that polo sweater
Oh my god, this nigga Fresh is flowin' better
Than yo' favorite rapper on yo' favorite song
On your favorite album no-one fucking bought
I'm a fucking boss wit' the [?]
I'ma see a million 'fore my people die
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