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know that, hmm?\n[00:04.13] Yeah\n[00:05.23] I love you\n[00:06.05] I love you, dada, I love you, dada\n[00:11.80] I love dada\n[00:14.41] We gotta make the music right here\n[00:16.24] Okay\n[00:16.80] Make the music right here and then you play the piano\n[00:19.34] Okay\n[00:21.67] \n[00:30.82] Daddy's arm is like a turnstile (All these women, women)\n[00:36.37] Daddy packs his bills up real high (Through the ceiling, ceiling)\n[00:41.91] I don't ask no questions, ask no whys (I just listen, listen)\n[00:47.33] Daddy's arm is like a turnstile (All these women, women)\n[00:53.32] Ain't nothing cooler than being your dad\n[00:55.53] I could be mad at the world, soon as I see you, I'm glad\n[00:57.91] For you, I go hard, can't tell me, Dave, you need to relax\n[01:00.74] Daddy chasing a bag\n[01:01.88] When I don't get to see you is wack\n[01:03.40] I see my eyes when I look in your eyes\n[01:05.68] I see my nose when I look at your nose\n[01:07.68] I can feel you in my soul\n[01:08.95] Feel like I knew you forever, you only two years old\n[01:11.74] Your father love you, no matter the stories you get told\n[01:14.79] I was there the day you came out your moms\n[01:16.84] So small, could fit your face in my palm\n[01:18.61] I used to pray you was strong\n[01:20.29] You got my last name, you my earth, a goddess, a queen\n[01:23.15] The same month you was born I stopped drinking lean\n[01:25.52] I see the world different\n[01:27.02] Just me and my little girl chilling\n[01:29.24] Violate, I make the world feel it\n[01:31.18] You was born yet, now I'm listening, I can feel it\n[01:37.14] Daddy's arm is like a turnstile (All these women, women)\n[01:42.58] Daddy packs his bills up real high (Through the ceiling, ceiling)\n[01:48.14] I don't ask no questions, ask no whys (I just listen, listen)\n[01:53.54] Daddy's arm is like a turnstile (All these women, women)\n[01:59.59] Ain't nothing better than knowin' you mines\n[02:01.49] I see your face on FaceTime and I know why I grind\n[02:04.25] It was the 9th of March, never been so nervous in my life\n[02:07.04] I mean, I'm from the hood where niggas get murdered over dice\n[02:09.81] What kind of daddy would I be?\n[02:11.33] I done sold drugs, been in jail, been denied bail, with my homie hoping he don't tell\n[02:16.36] I never changed a diaper before, I helped Ayeshia with Jamir but that was light, he a boy\n[02:20.95] Little girls is the future of our world\n[02:22.96] Can't impress with just diamonds or some pearls, my daughter gotta be thorough\n[02:27.30] You half Puerto-Rican, half black\n[02:29.16] I trade it all for you before I write my last rap\n[02:31.91] When you get older, I'll tell you how I stash packs\n[02:34.79] And tucked weed in my socks and had to flee from the cops\n[02:37.46] But forget that, I'd rather teach you 'bout independence\n[02:40.58] And how the world is yours and you don't need nobody in it (Word)\n[02:43.27] Daddy's arm is like a turnstile (All these 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