come to daddy - the weathermen lyrics
[verse 1: cage]
y’all f*cked up
should’ve stuck me in icu
cus the type of sh*t that i’m on when i see you
dollar fifty in the face, just tryna graze ya
the lead go in the bone and ya face gets stuck to my razor
kick in your shoulders from your head while you pleadin’ your case
your little girl with you like “yo, he’s gonna eat his face!” (hahahaha)
pull out two nines and an eight
two for k!llin’, one for drillin’
hold that metal to your face if think you’re super villain
talk to women with s*x, and to god with a pistol
f*ck a married mossberg, my barrel’s stayin’ single
with a pregnant pump, i let sh*t jump
out on the floor, see how it moves
now i leave out with tools
i’ll leave out this school of robots by the chorus
when i jumped out the tour bus
ran home and did more dust
stick your hands in the air with the cameras upside down
you got p*ssy in your lap, and you gon’ f*ck right now
[chorus: camu tao]
and if you wanna get freaky and nasty, we can make
good in the back of the cabby (come to daddy…)
they wanna k!ll me in the club, put slugs in my mug, player
i don’t give a f*ck (come to daddy…)
these punks wanna jump (come to daddy…)
these chickens gettin drunk (come to daddy…)
you want me to put slugs in ya? (come to daddy…)
ok… (come to daddy…) what? (come to daddy…)
[verse 2: camu tao]
i fall in on that spot babe, i’m peepin’ your game
swivel table round that ass girl it’s lookin’ real good
these lame frauds try to play ball, i’m used to the pitch
i’ll put a screen on your dame’s body, scoopin’ your b*tch
don’t get played on that game, pa, losin’ your sh*t
come redecorate your crib fast, movin’ your sh*t
i’m still peepin’ out your dames ass, losin’ the grip
on that neck head through the plate glass, loose shoots in ya’ wig
yo, cadillac sts, with some tamed hash
tanqueray, grape fruit juice, stained glass
and i spend cash all night and clap off twice
and pack bongs tight and sip martini’s fast
and get ass all night
and i can come and choke you up let’s all hear it
tellin’ me not to do it when i swing you from the terrace
major pain to the establishment
made famous in seconds
get props and guest spots on black plots like checkers
[chorus: camu tao]
and if you wanna get freaky and nasty, we can make
good in the back of the cabby (come to daddy…)
they wanna k!ll me in the club, put slugs in my mug, player
i don’t give a f*ck (come to daddy…)
these punks wanna jump (come to daddy…)
these chickens gettin drunk (come to daddy…)
you want me to put slugs in ya? (come to daddy…)
ok… (come to daddy…) what? (come to daddy…)
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