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The F Ups Look At Your Son Now

a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Son now Son now

those times you told me to stay away from girls Dad take a look at your Son Now I remember those times you told me to stay away from booze Dad take a look at your son now

from fucking with them pipes and hustlers Kilos is one thousand grams You know your ammo better be heavy 'cause soon kids is coming in camo Protect your

f-ck segregation F-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups I don?t feel I done enough

3 and 4 and get them sit ups right and Tuck your tummy tight and do your crunches like this Give head, stop breathe, get up, check your weave Don't drop

at it now doing all the same stuff, being us When I left I heard all the words and the lil birds In the background saying how he gon act now? Being stubborn

your days are numbered, son Why don't you get yourself a job? When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob? Look at your mother, teardrops She just

label done got a nigga hype Stop runnin round lyin bout your mutha fukin life clown [Bow Wow:] Cause the real don't do that I be looking at him like

sun on a Ghana queen Now all I want is hits, yo, Wayne signed a fiend I played the side for you jiggas that's tryna front, and see Son of Gunz, Son of