Lyrics Papa - Belly Squad

She call me daddy like I'm papa
Always comin' feel like she be ya ya
She know my, name
She know my name
She call me daddy like I'm papa
Always got me feelin' she be ya ya
Stepped in the rave with a bag of goons
Chick grabbin' on me I think she's slidin' too
Rude boi, who you cahttin' too?
Pound up before my brothers pattens you
Waved in the rave, how did I manage to
I got Henny in my cup this ain't a Malibu
I told her come 'round, she said "I'm mad at you"
But when she feel it in her brain, she copped a attitude
I don't know what she wants from me
She said more than she needs
I know she wants to roll with me but I do road for the P's
Scof with a real guy and unknown neeks, I can't like her on the streets
Her boyfriend too slow, loads of grease but she does loads on her knees
She call me daddy like I'm papa
Always comin' feel like she be ya ya
Make sure you meet me there afta
But if I'm doin' road I won't answer
Don't worry 'bout your ex he know I'm past her
You know if I see them years its a maza
She call me daddy like I'm papa
Always comin' feel like she be ya ya
Them man are losin', them man are finished dons
I ain't forget my team because we win a lot
When we hit a lick, you know we flip the prof'
A milli views in the dance doin' the Milly Rock
I was in ya girl's crib I had her feelin' hot
Skin fade for the weekend you know I'm ringin' Bob
Violate and you don't wanna see that fizzy pop
She needs a real guy them other boys don't fit the job
Couple winners over here check the scoreboard
Couldn't care if you're on it ask the war lord
Babe, plus more the gang do it casual
Told her reverse the batti and do it manual
She sittin' on the gear stick, tryna get it up
I can see it in her eyes she tryna give it up
I know some real guys, who don't wanna buck
I tell her man think twice before he's chattin' up
She call me daddy like I'm papa
Always comin' feel like she be ya ya
Make sure you meet me there afta
But if I'm doin' road I won't answer
Don't worry 'bout your ex he know I'm past her
You know if I see them years its a maza
She call me daddy like I'm papa
Always comin' feel like she be ya ya
And I know she got a man, but she really wants the gang
She said don't treat me like a fan, I'm just runnin' to the bands
Baby I can't hold your hand
The way she blew me like a fan
And the man were talkin' bad
But I swear them niggas ran
Man I can swear them niggas ran
Boogie and bad, all my b's pretty and bad
And if you talking shit I'm gettin' mad