Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Too $hort
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Todd Shaw
Composer
Ronald Dunbar
Composer
Donna Clinton
Composer
Donnie Sterling
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ant Banks
Producer
Lyrics
Step daddy, I know what you want
I come through like the first of the month
Ain't nothing but a holiday
When I fuck my way
I'm her worst nightmare, her wettest dream
We always do that freaky thing
And when I'm coming to her house
I know just what she's all about
Don't waste no time, get in it
Keep on humping 'til my head starts spinning
Whoop that ass like a world champ
Break the chairs and knock down the lamp
In my birthday suit, dripping wet
No, I ain't tripping, how freaky it get
Feeling that sweat on my eyebrow
Nothing can't stop me but nature now
Fucking your bitch like them pros do
Something you can't get close to
Born to mack in my drop-top Caddy
Just call me 'Step Daddy'
Just call me 'Step Daddy'
Just call me 'Step Daddy'
How many mothers in the house tonight, ladies?
How many daddies take care of them babies?
They got to learn to take care of their own
Getting girls pregnant and leaving 'em alone
Fine little bitches, way too young
Met Short Dog and then gave him some
So why you keep talking about the PG&E?
When all she ever wanted was a man like me
To come through and do that thang
Step Daddy in the house and I got game
So lock your back doors, check your hoes
Suck on the pussy and lick them toes
Step Daddy coming through like a porno flick
Freak the bitch, now she loves my dick
She let me bust big nuts all in her mouth
And S.D. turned the bitch out
Just call me 'Step Daddy'
Just call me 'Step Daddy'
Just call me 'Step Daddy'
Step Daddy
Gold-digging bitches in the city of Dope
Got it going on like a daytime soap
She's so freaky, she'll make you shout
One on the way and got two at the house
Three different daddies and all is well
As long as them brothers keep making mail
And it's cool, when I come through
Play step daddy for a minute or two
And then fuck her, that's how it's done
It's not my daughter, and it's not my son
So what if your kids start tearing shit up
I really don't give a fuck
I never get mad about the shit they break
When I'm around, we eat steak
I let the motherfuckers act bad
Buy 'em toys when they're crying and sad
Could you be 'em? Your baby's momma
Turns me on in her freaky pajamas
I come through and make the whole house happy
Just call me 'Step Daddy'
Just call me 'Step Daddy'
Just call me 'Step Daddy'
Get freaky and do it wild
On the floor, doggy style
I get rugburns on my knees
While your bitch be crying, please
Don't stop, so I don't
I fuck her like I know you won't
Pull out my dick and make her lose hope
Stick it back in and make her take some notes
If that's your bitch, homeboy, you'd better keep her
'Cause she won't stay off my beeper
You can't fuck her and I appreciate it
Even though I know you hate it
I keep getting that good shit
S.D wanna fuck your bitch
Come through and make the hoe so happy
Just call me 'Step Daddy'
Just call me 'Step Daddy'
Writer(s): Ronald Dunbar, Todd Anthony Shaw, Donnie Ray Sterling, Donna Lynn Clinton
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