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Xhulooo - Father (Lyrics) | CosmicSounds
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xhulooo
Xhulooo
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maajins
Maajins
Producer
Thankyouwill
Thankyouwill
Producer

Lyrics

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)
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