G5
I was born a rapper's son from Atlanta,
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Pimping hos when I was five years old.
G5
We had plenty of Cristal and a Bentley,
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Cause that's just how we always like to roll.


G5
We didn't mind, showing off our Bling, Bling,
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Our golden teef and our Cadillac Escalade.
G5
Bitches shake their booty when they past by me,
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And as I smoke my Cuban Tree I've got it made.

Chorus:

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I'm living fat and I'm living large

Throwing leg in my Bentley car
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And my P.O. said that I wont get far
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Being the Son, Of a Rap Star.


G5
Chillin' at the club with my homies,
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Sippin' on gin and juice when my Boo walks past. (Spoken: Whats up Boo)
G5
You better step on off and not be frontin',
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Or else I'll bust a cap off in your ass.
G5
I'm my babies Daddy and his a'Mama
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Don't ax me cause that's all you need to know,
G5
His pajamas are made by Gucci and Versace
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Cause that's just how we always like to roll.

Chorus:

C5                      D5            E5
I'm living fat and I'm living large

Throwing leg in my Bentley car
       C5                D5             C5
And my P.O. said that I wont get far
                              G5 C5
Being the Son, Of a Rap Star.
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Being the son,
         G5
Of a Rap Star.