Sushi Kardashian - Daddy's Little Girl Lyrics

Don't matter if it's Sunshine, Or Gray skies
I don't really care about 1the weather
Jotaro, how I stop time everytime me and you together
Oooh, mama, yea my-my, You looking real cute in my sweater
I really wanna take you far away but I know ya Papa wouldn't let us
But let's stop caring, ya daddy probably don't like me
Probably cause I'm buying you
Every single thing that  you putting on ya wishlist
Funna stop trying to, seek for his approval and beg for your forgiveness
And it can get violent, but I don't give a fuck
Cause his daughter let me fuck
Upstairs in his bedroom, yea she lemme fuck
On the floor in the guest room, yea she let me fuck
In the kitchen by his favor mug, Yea she let me fuck
Hickies on her titties and her stummy better cover up
Upstairs in his bedroom, yea she lemme fuck
On the floor in the guest room, yea she let me fuck
In the kitchen by his favor mug, Yea she let me fuck
Hickies on her titties and her stummy better cover up
While that nigga working at his job we doing you know what
Thinking that she staying after school, tutorials
Working on her grades, Nah but she getting D tho
Send her to the grocery store, she go there then see me tho
I'ma reward her and give her extra meat tho'
Answering ya phone calls same time as she deep throat, Mouth full she can't speak bro
Know you probably paranoid that yo daughter is a slut
Trust me sir that pussy mine, And she not gonna give it up
Push it deep into her spine like she wearing tummy tuck
Everytime she call me daddy I feel like I'm gonna buss
You can be mad all you want but guess what your girl let me fuck
Yea yo girl she let me fuck, yo little angel let me fuck
Nine months carried, and she let me fuck
She let me fuck, she let me fuck

Don't matter if it's Sunshine, Or Gray skies
I don't really care about 1the weather
Jotaro, how I stop time everytime me and you together
Oooh, mama, yea my-my, You looking real cute in my sweater
I really wanna take you far away but I know ya Papa wouldn't let us
But let's stop caring, ya daddy probably don't like me
Probably cause I'm buying you
Every single thing that  you putting on ya wishlist
Funna stop trying to, seek for his approval and beg for your forgiveness
And it can get violent, but I don't give a fuck
Cause his daughter let me fuck
Upstairs in his bedroom, yea she lemme fuck
On the floor in the guest room, yea she let me fuck
In the kitchen by his favor mug, Yea she let me fuck
Hickies on her titties and her stummy better cover up
Upstairs in his bedroom, yea she lemme fuck
On the floor in the guest room, yea she let me fuck
In the kitchen by his favor mug, Yea she let me fuck
Hickies on her titties and her stummy better cover up
While that nigga working at his job we doing you know what
Thinking that she staying after school, tutorials
Working on her grades, Nah but she getting D tho
Send her to the grocery store, she go there then see me tho
I'ma reward her and give her extra meat tho'
Answering ya phone calls same time as she deep throat, Mouth full she can't speak bro
Know you probably paranoid that yo daughter is a slut
Trust me sir that pussy mine, And she not gonna give it up
Push it deep into her spine like she wearing tummy tuck
Everytime she call me daddy I feel like I'm gonna buss
You can be mad all you want but guess what your girl let me fuck
Yea yo girl she let me fuck, yo little angel let me fuck
Nine months carried, and she let me fuck
She let me fuck, she let me fuck