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GI was born a rapper's son from Atlanta, Pimping hos when I was five years Dold. G C D GWe had plenty of Cristal and a Bentley, Cause Cthat's just how we Dalways like to Groll. Em C D
GWe didn't mind, showing off our Bling, Bling, Our golden teef and our Cadillac DEscalade. G C D GBitches shake their booty when they past by me, And as I Csmoke my Cuban DTree I've got it Gmade. Em C D
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CI'm living fat and I'm Dliving large Em Throwing leg in my Bentley car And my CP.O. said that I Dwont get far C Being the Son, Of a Rap Star. G C G Em C D
GChillin' at the club with my homies, Sippin' on gin and juice when my Boo walks Dpast. (Spoken: Whats up Boo) GYou better step on off and not be frontin', Or Celse I'll bust a Dcap off in your Gass. Em C D GI'm my babies Daddy and his a'Mama Don't ax me cause that's all you need to Dknow, G C D GHis pajamas are made by Gucci and Versace Cause Cthat's just how we Dalways like to Groll. Em C D
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CI'm living fat and I'm Dliving large Em Throwing leg in my Bentley car And my CP.O. said that I Dwont get far C Being the Son, Of a Rap Star. G C Being the Gson, C Of a Rap GStar.