Daddy’s Little Girl Lyrics by Key Glock
ATL Jacob, he a ***’ millionaire
Yeah
Glizock
Yeah
Young *** stylin’ and profilin’
She want me to get all up in and behind it
If they ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, never mind it
I learned how to hustle, ran it up, straight grindin’
Yeah, I was in the trap, more sacks than a lineman
You might lose your brain if you reach for a diamond
Yeah, you know my name, I suggest you don’t try it
Three years ago, I had a baby named Rian
Yeah, that’s Daddy’s little girl
Daddy gon’ buy you diamonds and pearls
Daddy gon’ protect you from this world
Daddy gon’ hit ’em with a ten-piece Harold’s
Daddy gon’ send ’em to the man upstairs
I put that on me, yeah, I put that on God
I collect watches like baseball cards
These *** ain’t nothin’ like me at all
Young *** stylin’ and profilin’
She want me to get all up in and behind it
If they ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, never mind it
I learned how to hustle, ran it up, straight grindin’
Yeah, I was in the trap, more sacks than a lineman
You might lose your brain if you reach for a diamond
Yeah, you know my name, I suggest you don’t try it
Three years ago, I had a baby named Rian
Yeah, that’s Daddy’s little girl, now I want me a junior
I just want me some peace, I been readin’ my book
When I made my first M, damn near said, “Hallelujah”
Still a hoodrich *** eatin’ Oodles of Noodles
The young hoes crazy, I love me a cougar
Yeah, I love me a MILF, they know what to do
Aye, stick to the plan, and go with your move
Lions, tigers, and bears, South Memphis a zoo
What you’re gon’ do?
Young *** stylin’ and profilin’
She want me to get all up in and behind it
If they ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, never mind it
I learned how to hustle, ran it up, straight grindin’
Yeah, I was in the trap, more sacks than a lineman
You might lose your brain if you reach for a diamond
Yeah, you know my name, I suggest you don’t try it
Three years ago, I had a baby named Rian
Yeah, that’s Daddy’s little girl
Daddy gon’ buy you diamonds and pearls
Daddy gon’ protect you from this world
Daddy gon’ hit ’em with a ten-piece Harold’s
Daddy gon’ send ’em to the man upstairs
I put that on me, yeah, I put that on God
I collect watches like baseball cards
These *** ain’t nothin’ like me at all