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  • Текст песни Nas - Daughters

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    [Intro]
    Check it out... I call it
    Yeah
    Yeah
    I call it

    Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
    Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
    Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
    Shit for niggas with daughters

    [Verse 1]
    I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
    Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like
    How could I not protect her from this awful phase
    Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised like
    A princess, but while I'm on stage I can't leave her defenseless
    Plus she's seen me switching women, pops was on some pimp shit
    She heard stories of her daddy thuggin'
    So if her husband is a gangster can't be mad, I'll love him
    Never, for her I want better, homie in jail - dead that
    Wait till he come home, you can see where his head's at
    Niggas got game, they be tryna live
    He seen your mama crib, plus I'm sure he know who your father is
    Although you real, plus a honest kid
    Don't think I'm slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit
    You 17, I got a problem with it
    She looked at me like I'm not the cleanest father figure but she rocking with it

    [Hook]
    Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
    Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
    Not sayin' that our sons are less important
    Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
    Shit for niggas with daughters, I call it
    Not sayin' that our sons are less important

    [Verse 2]
    This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig
    This social network said "Nas go and get ya kid"
    She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon post no pic
    Of herself underdressed, no inappropriate shit, right
    Her mother cried when she answered
    Said she don't know what got inside this child's mind, she planted
    A box of condoms on her dresser then she Instagrammed it
    At this point I realized I ain't the strictest parent
    I'm too loose, I'm too cool with her
    Shoulda drove on time to school with her
    I thought I dropped enough jewels on her
    Took her from private school, so she can get a balance
    To public school, they too nurture teen talents
    They grow fast, one day she's ya little princess
    Next day she talking boy business, what is this
    They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world
    God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3]
    And I ain't tryna mess ya thing up
    But I just wanna see you dream up
    I finally understand
    It ain't easy to raise a girl as a single man
    Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons, how fathers feel for they daughters
    When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa
    When she date, we wait behind the door with the sawed off
    Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters
    Love

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