She Know - Father

I got a slew of bitches who don’t fuck with crucifixes

Scrub the ground and do the dishes

Severed ties with their youth and innocence

Stoop kids hoop, daddy swooped up into this

Cooped up in daddy coop and intimate

Yell whoody who love the screw and sin

Fuck another bitch may become her bestest friend

Over medicated, highly educated

All my girls highly dedicated

Know a nigga flaw from his conversations

You could speak to me, I love to delegate it

Her lungs are stressed and her bun’s a mess

She’s hot and bothered, her Sunday dress

Til the sun done died and the moon come set

The poom come twice and the condom wet

Blink think and move in sync with me

I’m like a pack of wolves, move instinctivly

Only get night that she think of me

Light one up, pour a drink for me

I’m TTG, gotta wunderlust

Quick to bust a bitch like a Blunderbuss

One awful nigga you know not to trust

Please ask someone to put a stop to us

She listens to my prayers at night so she know what boys like

My bitch is down to fuckin' ride, she know what them toys like

She know what that noise like, she know what them toys like

She know what that noise like cause she know what boys like

Hush little shorty girl, don’t say a word

Father’s gonna buy you a fat sack of herb

And if that fat sack of herb don’t smoke

I’ma rob my plug and take all of his dope

And if all that motherfuckin' dope ain’t dank

Father’s gonna buy you a fat gold chain

And if that fat gold chain might break

Father’s gonna buy you a fuckin' AK