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Rob Da Dog - Pick My Daughter Up Lyrics



Rob Da Dog - Pick My Daughter Up Lyrics
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Pockets stuffed with 20s bank deposits I'm at the atm
Told that hoe my name ain't super man
I can't save a bitch
Told my play i gotta pick my daughter up let's make it quick
Yo money thin and you can't hold it with a paper clip
Pockets stuffed with 20s bank deposits I'm at the atm
Told that hoe my name ain't super man
I can't save a bitch
Told my play i gotta pick my daughter up let's make it quick
Yo money thin and you can't hold it with a paper clip
I get that pussy off some jokes you tryna rape the bitch
And I trap hard like this the eighties need a pager bitch
I cut her off because that hoe was on some crazy shit
I get em in and get off i let the flavors switch
Im the shit she want the dick she say she can't resist
Tomato tamoto bitch you average you ayveredge
Stop playing games this ain't Nintendo this ain't sega gen
Im just your normal trap rapper
But they think im him
And my big homie got them babies cuz he baby sit
I tightened up on my business tryna stay legit
Mamma told me god blessed me a to the men
My money long but this shit dirty pray for my sins
Pockets stuffed with 20s bank deposits I'm at the atm
Told that hoe my name ain't super man
I can't save a bitch
Told my play i gotta pick my daughter up let's make it quick
Yo money thin and you can't hold it with a paper clip
Pockets stuffed with 20s bank deposits I'm at the atm
Told that hoe my name ain't super man
I can't save a bitch
Told my play i gotta pick my daughter up let's make it quick
Yo money thin and you can't hold it with a paper clip
Mane what a nigga want and what a nigga need
Pour this liquor in that cup for me and hit the weed
Come ride wit me to chop this head ain't talkin guillotine
I met a bitch who 25 she from the Philippines
But I like all races runnin up them racks like f*ck them small faces
F*ck these other hoes they all crazy
Anyway baby aye baby
Is you finna stay baby Baby wait baby take ya clothes off getting late baby
We gone make it shake baby
We gone let em hate baby we gone f*ck good all night and make babies Shittttt f*ck itttt
Might pull up in that bucket
You told me my pistol too big shittt I tried to tuck it
Pockets stuffed with 20s bank deposits I'm at the atm
Told that hoe my name ain't super man
I can't save a bitch
Told my play i gotta pick my daughter up let's make it quick
Yo money thin and you can't hold it with a paper clip
Pockets stuffed with 20s bank deposits I'm at the atm
Told that hoe my name ain't super man
I can't save a bitch
Told my play i gotta pick my daughter up let's make it quick
Yo money thin and you can't hold it with a paper clip
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Pockets stuffed with 20s bank deposits I'm at the atm
Told that hoe my name ain't super man
I can't save a bitch
Told my play i gotta pick my daughter up let's make it quick
Yo money thin and you can't hold it with a paper clip
Pockets stuffed with 20s bank deposits I'm at the atm
Told that hoe my name ain't super man
I can't save a bitch
Told my play i gotta pick my daughter up let's make it quick
Yo money thin and you can't hold it with a paper clip
I get that pussy off some jokes you tryna rape the bitch
And I trap hard like this the eighties need a pager bitch
I cut her off because that hoe was on some crazy shit
I get em in and get off i let the flavors switch
Im the shit she want the dick she say she can't resist
Tomato tamoto bitch you average you ayveredge
Stop playing games this ain't Nintendo this ain't sega gen
Im just your normal trap rapper
But they think im him
And my big homie got them babies cuz he baby sit
I tightened up on my business tryna stay legit
Mamma told me god blessed me a to the men
My money long but this shit dirty pray for my sins
Pockets stuffed with 20s bank deposits I'm at the atm
Told that hoe my name ain't super man
I can't save a bitch
Told my play i gotta pick my daughter up let's make it quick
Yo money thin and you can't hold it with a paper clip
Pockets stuffed with 20s bank deposits I'm at the atm
Told that hoe my name ain't super man
I can't save a bitch
Told my play i gotta pick my daughter up let's make it quick
Yo money thin and you can't hold it with a paper clip
Mane what a nigga want and what a nigga need
Pour this liquor in that cup for me and hit the weed
Come ride wit me to chop this head ain't talkin guillotine
I met a bitch who 25 she from the Philippines
But I like all races runnin up them racks like f*ck them small faces
F*ck these other hoes they all crazy
Anyway baby aye baby
Is you finna stay baby Baby wait baby take ya clothes off getting late baby
We gone make it shake baby
We gone let em hate baby we gone f*ck good all night and make babies Shittttt f*ck itttt
Might pull up in that bucket
You told me my pistol too big shittt I tried to tuck it
Pockets stuffed with 20s bank deposits I'm at the atm
Told that hoe my name ain't super man
I can't save a bitch
Told my play i gotta pick my daughter up let's make it quick
Yo money thin and you can't hold it with a paper clip
Pockets stuffed with 20s bank deposits I'm at the atm
Told that hoe my name ain't super man
I can't save a bitch
Told my play i gotta pick my daughter up let's make it quick
Yo money thin and you can't hold it with a paper clip
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Writer: Robert Coleman
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Performed By: Rob Da Dog
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Robert Coleman
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