I was born a rapper's son from Atlanta, D Pimping hos when I was five years old. G We had plenty of Cristal and a Bentley, D Cause that's just how we always like to roll. G We didn't mind, showing off our Bling, Bling, D Our golden teef and our Cadillac Escalade. G
Bitches shake their booty when they past by me, D And as I smoke my Cuban Tree I've got it made. Chorus: Em I'm living fat and I'm living large Throwing leg in my Bentley car C And my P.O. said that I wont get far D Being the Son, Of a Rap Star. G Chillin' at the club with my homies, D Sippin' on gin and juice when my Boo walks past. (Spoken: Whats up Boo) G You better step on off and not be frontin', D Or else I'll bust a cap off in your ass. G I'm my babies Daddy and his a'Mama D Don't ax me cause that's all you need to know, G His pajamas are made by Gucci and Versace D Cause that's just how we always like to roll. Chorus: Em I'm living fat and I'm living large Throwing leg in my Bentley car C And my P.O. said that I wont get far C Being the Son, Of a Rap Star. C Being the son, G
Last updated: