Artist: Dappy f/ Benny Banks Album: Bad Intentions Song: Who's the Daddy? Typed by: AZ Lyrics I do my thing, I do my thing I'm getting paper, fucking hate, I'm gonna see you later All it is, a low range, around few exchanger You interrogate, BBD interrogators I'll not be running through these streets like my brother, Beaver Alligators is that I rob you from your parents gates You know me, I'm here to chat in everybody's change I say this rap game has died, I came to save it Everybody here is nuts, but this song will save it I never let nobody carry me, streets made a mad on be, rap be my family Slow told, no edit, no throw, I play it quite dilly Never had a silver screen and let nobody count for me I'm not a star, I'm the motherfucking galaxy Catch me, if you can, but it ain't nobody gonna be catching me Sorry anybody, if you're hurt, it goes by me In my fools, this guy's stuck, play the rapper's debt 'cause they don't do what we do, beemis wanna fuck us I'm fly on a seagull, I'm the daddy, daddy Sign me on a hoard, putting on to my people Suck a dick, suck a dick, I ain't the one moving the pedo I drive these bitches crazy, you ain't having my kid But you can always dream, my baby, I'm the daddy-daddy I do my thing, I do my thing, I get it in So you wanna talk shit? You kill 'em, badda-boom, badda-bing, badda-bing Middle finger up, how you save the rap Loud mouth, many movements, getting in the banger Everybody for my present like I'm Adam Sandler I ain't ever stunk a bee, but I'd stink a ganja Stuck you up, star, make 'em throw their hands up You said fun, you see the fun, they're singing Benny Banks songs I know that I'm in the zone, but I ain't be in anger Courtesy, North London, that's where I come from I'll admit it, guys, I don't represent the dungeon I gave you boom, bang, bang, but I ain't put you down, yet Before I turn badda-bing into a numb But most of you rappers is easy competition, might never offend you Bunch of actors acting like some gangsters But they're really wanksters, just a bunch of pranksters You should try dry costumes, some Dirty Sanchos I see my rap fisting up kind of hostess 'cause they don't do what we do, beemis wanna fuck us I'm fly on a seagull, I'm the daddy, daddy Sign me on a hoard, putting on to my people Suck a dick, suck a dick, I ain't the one moving the pedo I drive these bitches crazy, you ain't having my kid But you can always dream, my baby, I'm the daddy-daddy I do my thing, I do my thing, I get it in So you wanna talk shit? You kill 'em, badda-boom, badda-bing, badda-bing Big smile on my face, I be getting money Pull my name out your mouth, never been a dentist Imma put my hands out my fans, many thanks, 'cause we just set up a new grudge Who's the daddy, daddy? 'cause they don't do what we do, beemis wanna fuck us I'm fly on a seagull, I'm the daddy, daddy Sign me on a hoard, putting on to my people Suck a dick, suck a dick, I ain't the one moving the pedo I drive these bitches crazy, you ain't having my kid But you can always dream, my baby, I'm the daddy-daddy I do my thing, I do my thing, I get it in So you wanna talk shit? You kill 'em, badda-boom, badda-bing, badda-bing Who's the daddy, daddy?