Daddy's Home

Hey Papa, welcome home
Welcome home
Yeah, ya-ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Daddy home
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Daddy home) listen, yeah

Fruits of my labor, we're elevatin'
They're frustrated, that's why they hate us, huh
They see us caked up, tellin' people they made us
Disrespectin' the Maker, that's why they're fadin'

Me? I stay shining
But I keep it low-key like the bass-line and
Poolside with my daughters had a great time
Lookin' like them rich kids during play time

Daddy did a great job
Five years old, runnin' through the private theater
Netflix for the kids, livin' like the Jetson's
I got all the time in the world for your questions
Unconditional love, baby, you're a blessing

Wearin' pink like Killa Cam to match your dress and
Daddy got a lot right now, I came from less
And I'm workin' super hard so my babies will never stress
Give 'em all the good in the world ain't nothing less, yeah

Yeah
Daddy's home
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Daddy's home
Yeah
Daddy's home
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Daddy's home (Papa)



Credits
Writer(s): Darrell Cole, Joss Doherty
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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