| She’s my baby girl and she relies on me
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| Loves me too much, won’t hide from me
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| She knows it’s shit — I’ve got too many flies on me
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| Got spies on me, that’s why I had a black star nine on me
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| And one day, she’ll be on the grind like me
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| Doin' music, spittin' on the hype like me
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| Eskigirl sprayin' on the stage like me
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| The first beat she makes will be 'Snowman Remix'
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| She can make beats like me
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| And when I play 'Stormy Weather' she gets mad
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| Puts on a screwface just like me
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| So I know she’s got it, the gift I possess
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| Avoid the street mess and stay close to me
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| 'Cause money’s the key, I run around freely gettin' it
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| Just so me and you eat
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| She’s daddy’s little girl
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| She knows daddy ain’t washed up yet
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| 'Cause I’m livin' in the studio, lost, upset
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| When I find myself after all this music
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| I’ll be watching her performin' her set
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| She might wanna be a nurse or a vet
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| But I’ll lock that off 'cause music’s best
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| I cruise for the press like, who’s gonna make an album this good?
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| Daddy, yes
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| He’s the best and it’s two-six now
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| Still no-one's testin', most man are resting
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| I can’t rest 'cause you’re seven months right now
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| And I get a big pain in my chest
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| If I don’t see you, I’ve gotta ring up and check
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| But one day, we’ll receive a big cheque
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| And fly round the world, I’ll show you revision
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| All I want in return is respect
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| She’s daddy’s little girl
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| Yo, and she loves Dada, there’s no-one above Dada
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| Dada stands for Big Dada
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| It’s my duty, I’m back with a banger
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| I’m a real striker, not a goal-hanger
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| You’ll soon see Leah on a stage-show banner
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| Leah, this money’s too good by the hour
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| And it pays by the minute, live PA, that’s why I’m in it
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| See I love money like Nana and Raymond, Patrick and Macca
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| Them man showed me how to be a stacker
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| And now I’ve gotta show you, school you, throw you in the deep end
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| 'Cause the world’s gettin' madder
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| When you get old the streets will get badder
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| That’s why you’ve gotta climb the musical ladder
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| She won’t get clouded, lost in the manor
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| I ain’t sad, I’m happy I had her
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| She’s daddy’s little girl
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| Daddy’s little girl
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| Daddy’s little girl |