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    BIRDMAN

    Like Father, Like Son 2006 ©

    Like Father, Like Son

    There ain't no looooooove
    (Like , Like Father Like Son nigga)
    Like the love of a daddy
    (Like , Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
    Father, father, father like son



    I't filthy rich wit quater keys in the kitchen on 'em
    The Block is hot, but we still here gettin it on 'em
    And keep a tool every time wit hit these streets cause these niggas act a fool and we'll be quick to put
    it on 'em
    Them tear drops homey we so not
    The nigga to fuck wit cause we will pop
    .40 cal keep cocked nigga ready to block
    Keep a gun, extra clip homey
    that's how we rock
    Like father like son daddy we don't borrow
    We stay on the grind homey cause we grind harder
    And fuckin wit me homey you won't like
    You'll be the next t-shirt we ya hood all night
    We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes
    We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
    And Rufus came home and I told him to shave but he was tellin me 'bout these pussy niggas back in the
    80's
    Baby


    There ain't no looooooove
    (Like , Like Father Like Son nigga)
    Like the love of a daddy
    (Like , Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
    Father, father, father like son



    Listen
    Birdman put me on when i was just eleven
    He was my teacher so i was like fuck the lesson
    He was my preacher so i was like fuck the reverend
    My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil
    My mother Cita now say that he was sent from heaven
    So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
    I remember what my poppa told me
    Remember what my poppa told me
    Young Stunna



    Yeah
    I'm out here homey pitchin the game
    And yes i do the whole thang nigga give me my change
    Yes we do them old thangs out the brand new Range
    Lil nigga like his father homey doing his thang
    We keep the gun for paper homey aimed and cocked
    Every nigga im my circle homey ready to pop
    We be ridin drops tops that's just how we rock
    And I'll be rollin in the phantom thru my uptown blocks
    Nigga


    There ain't no looooooove
    (Like , Like Father Like Son nigga)
    Like the love of a daddy
    (Like , Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
    Father, father, father like son



    Alright, Money on my mind
    Look, I..I..I..I hear you niggas whisperin'
    I..I say whisperin' cause you niggas ain't hollering about shit
    Ho, Puss Ass Niggas



    Look,
    Birdman Jr. Fuck the world pops
    And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops
    Stay strapped and lace like girls' socks
    Stay dapped and Drapped like a birthday cake
    Birthdays was the worst days
    Now we sippin on wooey when we thirsty
    Ya know
    I do believe the money's cursed me
    So I pray to GOD that the devil don't murk me
    Huh
    Lil' Wizzle but you bitches call me first place
    Poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase
    I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space
    You niggas is yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's face
    Worst case senario, burial
    Two tone Carera like mascara
    Uh
    That G-4 take ya boi where ever
    Like Father, Like Son The Era
    Nigga


    There ain't no looooooove
    (Like , Like Father Like Son nigga)
    Like the love of a daddy
    (Like , Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
    Father, father, father like son

    2006 ©


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