DILF

Got them wings on my feet with them butterfly shoes And I don't trust the media it's all fake news F*ck a Ferarri, I just need a mini van And your momma sends me booty videos from her only fans Only pipe I'll lay is under your sink Beer belly since I'm 15, didn't even drink Girls on my jean shorts sayin I dig ya This shit ain't no dad bod, bitch this a father figure Put down your mitt I'm too busy counting' bands The only thing you'll catch is these muthafuckin' hands I cook a good steak, pretty good with my meat Tape measure on my dick cuz it's over 30 feet Dinner at your place, your momma kinda a baddie And I taught your girl golf, she hold my shaft like a caddy Damn son, that was hard, kind of a bar And the head was like my golf game, subpar D I L F, oh, that's me oh, oh, you want it D I L F, oh, that's me oh, oh, you want it Cuttin' the grass on my green John Deere And I see hella ass in my rear view mirror Don't let your mom know I got these hoes Bitch I just dropped 30 racks at Lowes PBR? Man I'll kill a whole 12 rack Ask your mom about last night, blew out her whole back Had to pick up the beat, cuz the last guy dropped it Oh we never told you? Bitch you're adopted D I L F, oh, that's me oh, oh, you want it D I L F, oh, that's me oh, oh, you want it Dad jokes, imma comedian Girls sayin 'come in me again' Little short shorts, chunky shoes, and a Polo top When I cook a prime rib, you should see the panties drop Never heard my rap, say I'm a goat Call my dick strep it'll f*ck up your throat Big-ass shoes, shawty wet like my free throw Take your girl home cuz, she a deep hoe F*ck built different I'm built like a dad No matter what they say, no it ain't half bad So come on over, hang at my bachelor pad I might have a chunky stomach but I got a fat ass Bitch call me daddy, please I'm a father I know I got good jokes, don't be a bother Bitch call me daddy, please, I'm a father