Sincerely Kel (Pooh) Lyrics

Look how I dress her, how she dress me, you know what I'm saying

She call me daddy, I call her my hoe

She call me daddy, I call her my hoe

She call me daddy, I call her my hoe

She call me daddy, I call her my..

London, Manami, she look like Taraji, her friend like Ashanti, I'm digging them both

General, she telling her friend about a nigga that don't know her yet, but her daddy the GOAT

Roll up a... on the floor, take a tote, put her on the team, I won't put her in code

The shit that I'm selling can't get in the store, Taraji ain't big, it's her battery low

Straight to the fake like the status she broke, eat up the cock and the cantaloupe

Pudgin' the hoe, I'm her antidote, talkin' that shit with my hand on the throat

I get her water, I got the juice, I tell her, come on, she comin' through

We see the snakes in the grass, tatted-skin bags and tennis shoes

She wanna make me the biggest spoon, but I'm in the street, not the kitchen room

Get in her stomach, get liver, she shakin', she quiver, she runnin', she comin' soon

C.I.G. famous, I'm going viral, that bitch is spittin' like it's philosophical

Take her soul out her tail when I get behind her, she from the ghetto and she the idol

So what? She call me dada, I call her my hoe

She call me dada, I call her my hoe

She call me dada, I call her my hoe