Daddy Mein Pappa Mein
she don't love you and she don't
need you
keep my name out your mouth
stop calling my residence
your baby momma is
my spouse
ya'll aint gettin back
together
the way you ask her over
you think that's clever
ya'll aint compromising
I see the look in ya'll eye's and
talking bout getting
clothes and shoes
give me the money
let me go do-it
I know bout what yo momma said
tell stuff her $$$$@$$ and
comb her hair
keep my name out your mouth
I tell ya'll what's
that's about
smiling at each other at the barbeque
singing song's
that aint cool
ya'll getting back together
stop actin cheap
and thinking you clever
that's my wife
my kids
my house
tell that chump
he better recognize
meeting up
wear ah disguise
betcha he was
dressed up like a b$tch
watching strippers
on a gay tip
ya'll aint back together
divorce say done
and ya'll through forever
that's my wife
my family
my kids
ya'll on same
strange
foolish sh$t
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