Father Of The Year
Ayy, this that shit right here they been waitin' on, right
This what, this what they, this, this what they want, right
I feel like Pac n Big, right
I say, now, hey, my name is Bishop, I'm the reverend, who you
I'm back to tell y'all this story about this lil' ugly dude
Now this here is a shame, he a lame, he cannot help it
He mad at me for what, he just selfish and disrespectful
I tried to give him hope, my faith tried hard to tell me
He said he gonna pop me well, fuck it, nigga, I'm ready
I been about that, that shit my pistol stay on the ready
Outside, daytime, nighttime he think I'm scary
He mad at me for what, cause I'm fuckin' his baby mama
I think he really mad, cause a nigga claiming his daughter
This nigga always mad, shit, I think he kinda bipolar
I'm playing with his moves Push his buttons, I'm the controller
A real man lane, stay in your lane before I bump ya
Your villain playing victim nappy head boy, you dishonest
Nobody really want ya, and they never really loved ya
You want my spot, you gotta take it
It's never coming from me
He mad at me for what, cause I'm fuckin' his baby mama
I think he really mad, cause a nigga claimin' his daughter
This nigga always mad, shit, I think he kinda bipolar
I'm playing with his moves
Push his buttons, I'm the controller
A real man lane, stay in your lane before I bump ya
Your villain playing victim nappy head boy, you dishonest
Nobody really want ya, and they never really loved ya
You want my spot, you gotta take it
It's never coming from me
Now he blowing up her phone, and she want text back
Say it's all about the baby, but we know it ain't that
Nigga, chill, take a pill, sit still, back it up
Yeah, you had your chance with her, yeah, you had the best of luck
I'ma show you how to do it I'ma treat her like you should've
Man, I won't tell you no lie, I hope you die from making music
Cause even when you gone the people won't listen to it
Your bars making no sense your lyrics just too confusin
No fucking content, you call yourself making music
I been doing this shit, now I'm pissed because you clueless
You paying 400, guess you father of the year
He playing step daddy
I'm the papi over here
This is what they do, right
Ayy, I'ma talk my shit
Fuck all that, I don't give a fuck what nobody say
Nigga, they already know what it is
Man, I ain't even with her no more, bro
You have, you got it, you have it big, bro
I don't want it, dawg
Shit, she played me too, dawg
Shit, she know what they say
Ain't no fun when a rabbit got a gun
This what, this what they, this, this what they want, right
I feel like Pac n Big, right
I say, now, hey, my name is Bishop, I'm the reverend, who you
I'm back to tell y'all this story about this lil' ugly dude
Now this here is a shame, he a lame, he cannot help it
He mad at me for what, he just selfish and disrespectful
I tried to give him hope, my faith tried hard to tell me
He said he gonna pop me well, fuck it, nigga, I'm ready
I been about that, that shit my pistol stay on the ready
Outside, daytime, nighttime he think I'm scary
He mad at me for what, cause I'm fuckin' his baby mama
I think he really mad, cause a nigga claiming his daughter
This nigga always mad, shit, I think he kinda bipolar
I'm playing with his moves Push his buttons, I'm the controller
A real man lane, stay in your lane before I bump ya
Your villain playing victim nappy head boy, you dishonest
Nobody really want ya, and they never really loved ya
You want my spot, you gotta take it
It's never coming from me
He mad at me for what, cause I'm fuckin' his baby mama
I think he really mad, cause a nigga claimin' his daughter
This nigga always mad, shit, I think he kinda bipolar
I'm playing with his moves
Push his buttons, I'm the controller
A real man lane, stay in your lane before I bump ya
Your villain playing victim nappy head boy, you dishonest
Nobody really want ya, and they never really loved ya
You want my spot, you gotta take it
It's never coming from me
Now he blowing up her phone, and she want text back
Say it's all about the baby, but we know it ain't that
Nigga, chill, take a pill, sit still, back it up
Yeah, you had your chance with her, yeah, you had the best of luck
I'ma show you how to do it I'ma treat her like you should've
Man, I won't tell you no lie, I hope you die from making music
Cause even when you gone the people won't listen to it
Your bars making no sense your lyrics just too confusin
No fucking content, you call yourself making music
I been doing this shit, now I'm pissed because you clueless
You paying 400, guess you father of the year
He playing step daddy
I'm the papi over here
This is what they do, right
Ayy, I'ma talk my shit
Fuck all that, I don't give a fuck what nobody say
Nigga, they already know what it is
Man, I ain't even with her no more, bro
You have, you got it, you have it big, bro
I don't want it, dawg
Shit, she played me too, dawg
Shit, she know what they say
Ain't no fun when a rabbit got a gun
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Writer(s): Bishop Bosket
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