Rapper and producer, Father unveils new “Toddlerz” track (+Lyrics)

American rapper, songwriter, record executive, and record producer, Father unveils the piece of new music titled “Toddlerz.” Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Hey y’all, did y’all hear the latest track from Father? The American rapper, songwriter, record executive, and record producer just dropped a banger called “Toddlerz.” Let me tell you, it’s straight fire! Father never fails to deliver those catchy beats and clever lyrics that keep us hooked. This song is no exception. With his smooth flow and distinctive style, he effortlessly rides the beat while delivering some cheeky lines that’ll have you nodding your head in agreement.

“Toddlerz” showcases Father’s versatility as an artist, blending elements of trap and hip-hop to create a unique sound that’s undoubtedly his own. Whether you’re cruising in your car or chilling at home, this track is guaranteed to get you grooving. So go ahead and add it to your playlist – you won’t regret it!

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5 July 2023
1 Song, 2 minutes
℗ 2023 Awful Entertainment, a division of Father’s Darlings, LLC

Lyrics

Watch your girl, might yank her
I make her slobber
She think my cock chocolate
She think my block hottest
Bout to pour a little Wock in this Hpnotiq
Mask on like Slipknot
Tip-toeing, got a pocket full of zip-ties
Running around with my niggas
Trynna get them figures
Thun thun with a thick ass
Bitch got me bricked up
She open her up mouth
It’s been a week since her lips touched
I could’ve been a scholar
Was too focused getting them dollars
I grab her by the collar
Then I fill her up full of them toddlers

Watch your girl might yank her
I’m heavy handed pouring this pop up
She say she hope the kid don’t come out drugged out like papa
Thugged out like papa
Fingers coiled around the yoppa
Neiman Marcus tag poppa
Demons swarming bad chakras
Pull up with a bag papa
You ain’t gotta ask mama
Big black choppa look like Kash Doll
Turn him to a rag doll
Mr. get a fuckin’ pack off
Keep that dog like Pavlov
I gotta do what I gotta do for my family
I ain’t no crash dummy
Rain, sleet, snow, sad, sunny
I’m out here moving mad funny
Pull up to the haberdash’ honey
I’ll throw you this cash money, yeah

Watch your girl, might yank her
I make her slobber
She think my cock chocolate
She think my block hottest
Bout to pour a little Wock in this Hpnotiq
Mask on like Slipknot
Tip-toeing, got a pocket full of zip-ties
Running around with my niggas
Trynna get them figures
Thun thun with a thick ass
Bitch got me bricked up
She open her up mouth
It’s been a week since her lips touched
I could’ve been a scholar
Was too focused getting them dollars
I grab her by the collar
Then I fill her up full of them toddlers