What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
You're my baby girl, yeah, but you're growing up unfortunately
You used to cuddle up, begging for another bedtime story
No more unicorns, no more rainbows
Now it's all about the heartaches with dem' boys
With dem' bloody boys, dem bloody boys
I'm like Hello
Pleased to meet you, where did she find you
Just know that I'm a protective dad
And I don't even need a reason
It's murder season, yeah, you heard me right
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a hole that I've been digging for you, bring your suit
Just know that I would die for her and kill for her, you better believe that
Every time you lie to her, you get a little closer to the cemetery
I'm badder than Tony Soprano, so you might get thrown out the window
Might have to call in the boys, the heavy boys
I'm like Hello
Pleased to meet you, where did she find you
Just know that I'm a protective dad
And I don't even need a reason
It's murder season, yeah, you heard me right
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
Yeah what you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a hole that I've been digging for you, bring your suit
One - he's on the backseat,
Two - he's under concrete
Three - nobody plays with
Daddy's little princess
One - he's on the backseat,
Two - he's under concrete
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a hole that I've been digging for you, bring your suit
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a hole that I've been digging for you, bring your suit
Dr RONY - WHAT YOU DO TO HER Lyrics
Dr RONY - WHAT YOU DO TO HER Lyrics
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What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
You're my baby girl, yeah, but you're growing up unfortunately
You used to cuddle up, begging for another bedtime story
No more unicorns, no more rainbows
Now it's all about the heartaches with dem' boys
With dem' bloody boys, dem bloody boys
I'm like Hello
Pleased to meet you, where did she find you
Just know that I'm a protective dad
And I don't even need a reason
It's murder season, yeah, you heard me right
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a hole that I've been digging for you, bring your suit
Just know that I would die for her and kill for her, you better believe that
Every time you lie to her, you get a little closer to the cemetery
I'm badder than Tony Soprano, so you might get thrown out the window
Might have to call in the boys, the heavy boys
I'm like Hello
Pleased to meet you, where did she find you
Just know that I'm a protective dad
And I don't even need a reason
It's murder season, yeah, you heard me right
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
Yeah what you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a hole that I've been digging for you, bring your suit
One - he's on the backseat,
Two - he's under concrete
Three - nobody plays with
Daddy's little princess
One - he's on the backseat,
Two - he's under concrete
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a hole that I've been digging for you, bring your suit
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a hole that I've been digging for you, bring your suit
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
You're my baby girl, yeah, but you're growing up unfortunately
You used to cuddle up, begging for another bedtime story
No more unicorns, no more rainbows
Now it's all about the heartaches with dem' boys
With dem' bloody boys, dem bloody boys
I'm like Hello
Pleased to meet you, where did she find you
Just know that I'm a protective dad
And I don't even need a reason
It's murder season, yeah, you heard me right
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a hole that I've been digging for you, bring your suit
Just know that I would die for her and kill for her, you better believe that
Every time you lie to her, you get a little closer to the cemetery
I'm badder than Tony Soprano, so you might get thrown out the window
Might have to call in the boys, the heavy boys
I'm like Hello
Pleased to meet you, where did she find you
Just know that I'm a protective dad
And I don't even need a reason
It's murder season, yeah, you heard me right
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
Yeah what you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a hole that I've been digging for you, bring your suit
One - he's on the backseat,
Two - he's under concrete
Three - nobody plays with
Daddy's little princess
One - he's on the backseat,
Two - he's under concrete
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a hole that I've been digging for you, bring your suit
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a 9 in the back of my boot, I can shoot
What you do to her, I'm gonna do to you
I've got a hole that I've been digging for you, bring your suit
Writer: Joe Killington, Rony Berrebi
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