[Chorus 2X]
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There ain't no looooooove
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(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
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Like the love of a daddy
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(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
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Father, father, father like son
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[Verse 1 - Birdman]
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I't filthy rich wit quater keys in the kitchen on 'em
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The Block is hot, but we still here gettin it on 'em
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And keep a tool every time wit hit these streets cause these niggas act a fool and we'll be quick to put
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it on 'em
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Them tear drops homey we so not
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The nigga to fuck wit cause we will pop
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.40 cal keep cocked nigga ready to block
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Keep a gun, extra clip homey
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that's how we rock
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Like father like son daddy we don't borrow
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We stay on the grind homey cause we grind harder
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And fuckin wit me homey you won't like
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You'll be the next t-shirt we ya hood all night
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We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes
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We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
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And Rufus came home and I told him to shave but he was tellin me 'bout these pussy niggas back in the
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80's
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Baby
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[Chorus 2X]
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There ain't no looooooove
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(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
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Like the love of a daddy
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(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
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Father, father, father like son
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[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
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Listen
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Birdman put me on when i was just eleven
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He was my teacher so i was like fuck the lesson
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He was my preacher so i was like fuck the reverend
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My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil
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My mother Cita now say that he was sent from heaven
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So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
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I remember what my poppa told me
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Remember what my poppa told me
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Young Stunna
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[Birdman]
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Yeah
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I'm out here homey pitchin the game
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And yes i do the whole thang nigga give me my change
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Yes we do them old thangs out the brand new Range
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Lil nigga like his father homey doing his thang
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We keep the gun for paper homey aimed and cocked
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Every nigga im my circle homey ready to pop
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We be ridin drops tops that's just how we rock
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And I'll be rollin in the phantom thru my uptown blocks
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Nigga
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[Chorus 2X]
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There ain't no looooooove
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(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
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Like the love of a daddy
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(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
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Father, father, father like son
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[Lil' Wayne Speaking Thru chorus]
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Alright, Money on my mind
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Look, I..I..I..I hear you niggas whisperin'
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I..I say whisperin' cause you niggas ain't hollering about shit
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Ho, Puss Ass Niggas
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[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
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Look,
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Birdman Jr. Fuck the world pops
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And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops
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Stay strapped and lace like girls' socks
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Stay dapped and Drapped like a birthday cake
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Birthdays was the worst days
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Now we sippin on wooey when we thirsty
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Ya know
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I do believe the money's cursed me
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So I pray to GOD that the devil don't murk me
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Huh
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Lil' Wizzle but you bitches call me first place
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Poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase
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I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space
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You niggas is yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's face
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Worst case senario, burial
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Two tone Carera like mascara
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Uh
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That G-4 take ya boi where ever
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Like Father, Like Son The Era
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Nigga
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[Chorus 2X]
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There ain't no looooooove
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(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
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Like the love of a daddy
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(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
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Father, father, father like son
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Like Father, Like Son
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Lil' Wayne |