Daddy Cool

Yeah
Thrilla

Okay, okay, I got it, I'm back up in my pocket
Ain't left the country often, but I still smoke exotic (yeah)
The kid is up for somethin', I make my place, you watch 'em
When they don't see the vision (oh), they label you psychotic

But I don't need prescription, some trashin' for addition (addition)
I made my circle smaller and then my whiz got bigger
Why should you call your brother?, they might not think they're shit (what?)
They wanna see me fail, they must be smokin' dick

But I can never judge 'em, that's just not who I is (nah, nah)
I stay unbothered, I just fuck hoes and mind my biz (mind my biz)
I like my women shy, but when it come to sex
Their pussycat are V-shaped, they got that Poland Spring (Spring)

They got that water, water (water, water)
Went all that haute couture
I like to eat her high (eat) but like to fuck her sober
I might just tell her lies, the type of lies you tell when you're inside of someone (someone)
That's on you if you took my word, bitch

I'm Daddy Cool, bitch, I'm Daddy Cool
I'm back in my groove (back in my groove)
Don't give a fuck what the haters say
That my only rule (that my only rule)
And when they cut, bitch I'm cuttin' up
I might act a fool (I might act a fool)
And I'm way too narcissistic to spend my time hatin' you

I'm Daddy Cool, bitch, I'm Daddy Cool
I'm back in my groove (back in my groove)
Don't give a fuck what the haters say
That my only rule (see, that my only rule)
And when they cut, bitch, I'm cuttin' up
I might act a fool (yeah, I might act a fool)
And I'm way too narcissistic to spend my time hatin' you
I'm Daddy Cool

(Yeah) man, haven't I told you'll who I is, right?
Yeah, I'm Daddy Cool
If you don't fuckin' know
Lil' nigga, you're just wrong
I'm Daddy Cool
L.P.T., still droppin' shit, talkin' my shit this year
I'm Daddy Cool, ay, man, let's go, ay

And so and still, motherfuckers what you heard what you gotta say
Goin' off, bitch, I got the sauce, Mr. Hollandaise
And still my presence is a gift, like the other niggas say
If I ask you out to lunch, bitch, it's a holiday

I took a loss, and you took a loss, we are not the same
You let your shit define you while I let bygones do their thing
It's not happenstance, so look that my name is still my name
I just never put my stock into the coward Olympic Games

I'm Daddy Cool, bitch, I'm Daddy Cool
I'm back in my groove (back in my groove)
Don't give a fuck what the haters say
That my only rule (that my only rule)
And when they cut, bitch I'm cuttin' up
I might act a fool (I might act a fool)
And I'm way too narcissistic to spend my time hatin' you
I'm Daddy Cool

Thrilla
L.P.T
So golden, right?
Daddy Cool
Ay, man, fuck all that talking
Let my shit play