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rich baby daddy - dcg brothers lyrics

[intro: dcg shun & dcg bsavv]
go, go
i pay off bills, i do real sh*t, hmm
i start lies, company’s, i start h*ll lines, all type of sh*t (uh, look)

[chorus: dcg shun & dcg bsavv]
i’m a rich baby daddy (i do it), baby mama naggy (b*tch)
my son bad as f*ck, he gon’ look up to his daddy (ho, pop him)
b*tches steady braggin’ (woah), i’m quick, they never hiding (okay)
taking b*tches, still f*ckin’ single b*tches, still asking (go)
i’m a rich baby daddy (i got it), baby mama naggy
my son bad as f*ck, he gon’ look up to his daddy (pop him)
b*tches steady braggin’ (broke), i’m quick, they never hiding (okay)
taking b*tches, still f*ckin’ single b*tches, still asking (uh, word to ’em)
[verse 1: dcg bsavv]
she got a real n*gga (uh*huh), i heard he came from out the jungle (he is)
she know i got options, i don’t want them, boy, i want you (uh, boy, i want you)
real sack, my kids ain’t gotta split mcdonalds (sack)
ran it up and gave this sh*t off free, just like i’m donald trump (like donald trump)
uh, b*tch, you got some nerve to be outside, she like her momma
uh, b*tch, you wearing my pockets, don’t be worried ’bout my next dollar (this is my bread)
you ain’t rootin’ sh*t, b*tch, i’m taking out at benihana’s (uh)
we could stop this sh*t right now and put some sh*lls all in his body (we will)
we got stars in the roof, real truck, this ain’t no hummer (this ain’t no hummer)
uh, b*tch, you ain’t no queen, like where mich*lle? it’s totin’ bummer (mich*lle obama)
uh, b*tch, i keep my kids, when i’m offside, i got my gunner (i keep my 9)
uh, b*tch just want my money, don’t let her lie to you, your honor (don’t let her lie)

[chorus: dcg shun]
i’m a rich baby daddy (i do it), baby mama naggy (b*tch)
my son bad as f*ck, he gon’ look up to his daddy (ho, pop him)
b*tches steady braggin’ (woah), i’m quick, they never hiding (okay)
taking b*tches, still f*ckin’ single b*tches, still asking (go)
i’m a rich baby daddy (i got it), baby mama naggy
my son bad as f*ck, he gon’ look up to his daddy (pop him)
b*tches steady braggin’ (broke), i’m quick, they never hiding (okay)
taking b*tches, still f*ckin’ single b*tches (sure), still asking

[verse 2: dcg shun]
am i true enough? (grew up)
this broke b*tch say i don’t do enough (broke ass)
i heard you got a man, but bro was sick, what yo’ b*tch do to ’em? (on gang)
i’m real pain, she f*ck me on the first to get her bills paid
you diss me on the ‘gram, yo’ man can’t rob ’em, b*tch, this real shame (gotcha)
my son a rich, i do for my hood, b*tch, i’m fully on (i do)
be happy that we f*ck his b*tch, on gang, now my son lit
real sh*t, i don’t respect no n*gga who want buy his kids sh*t (petty)
i really then got me a b*tch, don’t text my phone on none of that weird sh*t (b*tch)
pick a date
hold around your friends, i’m tellin’ ’em, “pick a plate” (come on)
we eating at every morgues inside the ‘raq, i bought yo’ b*tch a steak (i eat good)
i bust that b*tch down, gave it to y’all, n*ggas super late (here, yeah)
i been on every date and every state, ho, it cost a bag (bag)
[chorus: dcg shun]
i’m a rich baby daddy (i do it), baby mama naggy (b*tch)
my son bad as f*ck, he gon’ look up to his daddy (ho, pop him)
b*tches steady braggin’ (woah), i’m quick, they never hiding (okay)
taking b*tches, still f*ckin’ single b*tches, still asking (go)
i’m a rich baby daddy (i got it), baby mama naggy
my son bad as f*ck, he gon’ look up to his daddy (pop him)
b*tches steady braggin’ (broke), i’m quick, they never hiding (okay)
taking b*tches, still f*ckin’ single b*tches, still asking (nasty)

- dcg brothers lyrics

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