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Father - Xhulooo

Father

Xhulooo

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Lyric

Drivers, start your engines!

Ah, yeah

Why she call me papa? (Uh)

No, I'm not her father (Yeah)

Money standing up straight, It got good posture

Shrimp with the pasta

That girl she a baba

Whole gang getting guala

Put that on my momma

Steady countin' commas

We don't do the drama

Presi Rollie with the red face, like Obama

I do what I wanna

Rock out like Nirvana

Better give her to the gang, 'cause she goin' and you know that

And they see me in my Bain, all black, just like Kodak

We gon' take his life

Tell his patna get his bro back (Get yo bro back)

You must be a fool if you thinkin' I be on lack (You a fool)

I know rappers biting, tell them boys give my flow back

We gon' run 'em down and surprise 'em like a throwback

Yeah, my glock got a drum, making beats, ain't no Polack

Finna be on tour, traveling, I'm a nomad (Yeah)

(Ooh, whew, ooh)

Girl you could've said something

Knew you was a fed one (Oh)

No we cannot talk about no money you don't get none

She was playing games, I guess it's onto the next one (Yeah)

(Ooh, whew, ooh)

Girl you could've said something

Knew you was a fed one (Oh)

No we cannot talk about no money you don't get none

She was playing games, I guess it's onto the next one (Yeah)

Ah, yeah

Why she call me papa? (Uh)

No, I'm not her father (Yeah)

Money standing up straight, It got good posture

Shrimp with the pasta

That girl she a baba

Whole gang getting guala

Put that on my momma

Steady countin' commas

We don't do the drama

Presi Rollie with the red face, like Obama

I do what I wanna

Rock out like Nirvana

Better give her to the gang, 'cause she goin' and you know that

And they see me in my Bain, all black, just like Kodak

We gon' take his life

Tell his patna get his bro back (Get yo bro back)

You must be a fool if you thinkin' I be on lack (You a fool)

I know rappers biting, tell them boys give my flow back

We gon' run 'em down and surprise 'em like a throwback

Yeah, my glock got a drum, making beats, ain't no Polack

Finna be on tour, traveling, I'm a nomad (Yeah)

(Ooh, whew, ooh)

Girl you could've said something

Knew you was a fed one (Oh)

No we cannot talk about no money you don't get none

She was playing games, I guess it's onto the next one (Yeah)

(On to the next-, On-, On to the next one)

(On to the next-, On-, On to the next one)

- It's already the end -