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FI was born a rapper's son from Atlanta, Pimping hos when I was five years Gold. F F G FWe had plenty of Cristal and a Bentley, Cause Fthat's just how we Galways like to Froll. Am F G
FWe didn't mind, showing off our Bling, Bling, Our golden teef and our Cadillac GEscalade. F F G FBitches shake their booty when they past by me, And as I Fsmoke my Cuban GTree I've got it Fmade. Am F G
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FI'm living fat and I'm Gliving large Am Throwing leg in my Bentley car And my FP.O. said that I Gwont get far F Being the Son, Of a Rap Star. F F F Am F G
FChillin' at the club with my homies, Sippin' on gin and juice when my Boo walks Gpast. (Spoken: Whats up Boo) FYou better step on off and not be frontin', Or Felse I'll bust a Gcap off in your Fass. Am F G FI'm my babies Daddy and his a'Mama Don't ax me cause that's all you need to Gknow, F F G FHis pajamas are made by Gucci and Versace Cause Fthat's just how we Galways like to Froll. Am F G
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FI'm living fat and I'm Gliving large Am Throwing leg in my Bentley car And my FP.O. said that I Gwont get far F Being the Son, Of a Rap Star. F F Being the Fson, F Of a Rap FStar.