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Wooah
Oooh
Wooah
(Guess what)

People tell me I’m just like my daddy
People tell me I’m just like my daddy
People tell me I’m just like my daddy
My daddy
Cause I lie like I’m lying on a rug
Get my hands a little dirty, no gloves
Everybody welcome to the gun show
Let it go
Everybody drop down

It’s hard to love the devil, he’s a hater
A dirty hypocrite, manipulator
Made a mama lose her kids
Let her go away for seventeen years
Not allowed to shed a tear
Growing up with all your, phobic fears

But people tell me I’m just like my daddy
People tell me I’m just like my daddy
People tell me I’m just like my daddy
Oh really, hell no (no way, no way)
Cause I lie like I’m lying on a rug
Did some crime even wore some black gloves
Everybody welcome to the gun show
And we go (daddy)
Everybody drop down

You reek of royalty, a dangerous mix
You sing of loyalty, but you the snitchin ass bitch
I tried to play it cool
Funny what the people do for
Money power and the fame
I’d call ya Mr. Lyon
If I did I would be lyin’
Cause that ain’t even your name

But people tell me I’m just like my daddy
People tell me I’m just like my daddy
They all say that you look just like your daddy

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