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My daddy

He’s calling

My daddy

Seven, seven pm he’s callin'

Wantin' to see me crawlin'

Sendin' me back to bawlin'

Now that I’m callin' back my dad

Hey daddy-daddy, hey daddy daddy-daddy, ooh

Hey daddy-daddy, hey daddy daddy-daddy, ooh

Hey paddy daddy I’m flyin' all the way home

Runnin' all the way home, way home, way home

I’m me, little did I drink

Fanta, vodka, threw 'em up all over kitchen sink

Scrollin' my IG while my gays are fuckin' raw

One runs philology, the other runs law

Daily I was wishin' for some pussy for my dinner

Life is like the ocean of the dicks and I’m a swimmer but

I’m bi, I’m bi, I’m fuckin' bi

I’d only eat a dick because I’m tryin' to be polite

I don’t drink no hard shit, only women’s beer shit

But angry is the daddy, bet he’s wonderin' now

Where where where where is she?

Is she gonna come at me and show her pussy?

My dad is crazy but I don’t let anybody in

I keep my pussy guarded like Jesus is within

I hate sperm cans, Holy Spirit is the one

To fuck me raw, to get into my booty-booty hole

Clap, clap, clap, clap for the daddy

He controls every inch of my berry

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap just for the daddy

Virginity I ain’t gon' bury, bury

C’mon, annihilate my phone

For all the weed ya think I blow

Go, write it on my own gravestone:

«She sold virginity on Amazon»