None like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
My nigga tatted up like two Pacs
He be like baby pass them
Hammers out the toolbox
Then bratatatat-
I bet they hear it down a few blocks
It come to baby Bam
My nigga that's a do not
Keep them burners too hot
I wanna feed him teach him reach him
Mommy I wanna keep him
Give him the world bury the rest of you
Niggas underneath it
Might f*ck him more than just little
Yeah but that's no secret
My daddy sweet don't trip about
(What they do)
Yeah
Hop in the Rari roll up a hearty
I'll be ur passy princess
F*ck on some money
Hand spring on the vault
You can pretend I'm gymnast
Bitches get hit with that iron & heat
If they getting too pressed
So daddy sweet don't trip about
(What they do)
I could hit the nigga up street now
I could keep a nigga on speed dial
I could block a nigga 158 times
And he still f*ck with me deep down
I could make a nigga go 3 rounds
Spit up on my shit like freestyles
But ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't None like you
Got a nigga only come
When the night fall
One to keep a nigga fresh no Lysol
Got a light skin nigga entitled
And a dark skin nigga
From a tribe called
Swear you niggas always
Miss it like a typo
Hand to god
You the illest nigga by far
Cuz ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
DADDY SWEET Video (MV)
Performed By: Bambihanna
Language: English
Length: 1:47
Written by: Malcolm Ortis, Damon Young-Mitchell
Bambihanna - DADDY SWEET Lyrics
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None like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
My nigga tatted up like two Pacs
He be like baby pass them
Hammers out the toolbox
Then bratatatat-
I bet they hear it down a few blocks
It come to baby Bam
My nigga that's a do not
Keep them burners too hot
I wanna feed him teach him reach him
Mommy I wanna keep him
Give him the world bury the rest of you
Niggas underneath it
Might f*ck him more than just little
Yeah but that's no secret
My daddy sweet don't trip about
(What they do)
Yeah
Hop in the Rari roll up a hearty
I'll be ur passy princess
F*ck on some money
Hand spring on the vault
You can pretend I'm gymnast
Bitches get hit with that iron & heat
If they getting too pressed
So daddy sweet don't trip about
(What they do)
I could hit the nigga up street now
I could keep a nigga on speed dial
I could block a nigga 158 times
And he still f*ck with me deep down
I could make a nigga go 3 rounds
Spit up on my shit like freestyles
But ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't None like you
Got a nigga only come
When the night fall
One to keep a nigga fresh no Lysol
Got a light skin nigga entitled
And a dark skin nigga
From a tribe called
Swear you niggas always
Miss it like a typo
Hand to god
You the illest nigga by far
Cuz ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
My nigga tatted up like two Pacs
He be like baby pass them
Hammers out the toolbox
Then bratatatat-
I bet they hear it down a few blocks
It come to baby Bam
My nigga that's a do not
Keep them burners too hot
I wanna feed him teach him reach him
Mommy I wanna keep him
Give him the world bury the rest of you
Niggas underneath it
Might f*ck him more than just little
Yeah but that's no secret
My daddy sweet don't trip about
(What they do)
Yeah
Hop in the Rari roll up a hearty
I'll be ur passy princess
F*ck on some money
Hand spring on the vault
You can pretend I'm gymnast
Bitches get hit with that iron & heat
If they getting too pressed
So daddy sweet don't trip about
(What they do)
I could hit the nigga up street now
I could keep a nigga on speed dial
I could block a nigga 158 times
And he still f*ck with me deep down
I could make a nigga go 3 rounds
Spit up on my shit like freestyles
But ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't None like you
Got a nigga only come
When the night fall
One to keep a nigga fresh no Lysol
Got a light skin nigga entitled
And a dark skin nigga
From a tribe called
Swear you niggas always
Miss it like a typo
Hand to god
You the illest nigga by far
Cuz ain't none like you
None like you
None like you
Ain't none like you
Writer: Malcolm Ortis, Damon Young-Mitchell
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid