DADAMAN

Lift up the latch
Pick up the Macbook, turn on the camera, feel me
This ain't all that, bruh, don't gotta add up
I know you get real timid (Uh)
But not tonight, I'ma turn on the light
You gon' put up a fight to get
Who I'm feelin' like, come and fuck up my life
Nigga, from East London, innit?
Vintage Bottega, bless all the haters
Salam alaykum, I got my weight up
You still ain't take one risk, I feel so expensive
Get bags, then spend like ten racks on shoes
Fifteen on the bag, twenty on the coat
Hatin' niggas mad, I don't give a fuck
They goin' outside, I feel like that bitch
Also feel like Dad
I feel like Daddy
(I feel like Dada, bitch, I feel like Daddy, I feel like)
Daddy (It's givin', "Dada")
Daddy (Dada, Mama)
Daddy
Uh-huh, shit, said I feel like daddy
Some call me papi, mi nuh fuck regular
Shit, I got a slim waist body and the jeans fit baggy
There's space for me to get in her, she won't forget, no
Baby, I'ma take you down, got her on the bed, goin' back and forward
My feet up on the ground, i-i-in and out
Girl, you know you batty round, ting, must sound like
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Get all your nasty out and use it on me Uh (On me)
I know you got it, baby, I already seen it
Oh, let me hear you say
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I put you in your place in different ways
Oh, woah, woah, woah
I feel like daddy
I feel like daddy (Daddy)
Yeah, yeah (Daddy)
Daddy, yeah, yeah
Oh, I (Daddy)
Said I, I, I feel like, oh
Daddy (Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy)