Rap Star

G
I was born a rapper's son from 
Atlanta,
Pimping hos when I was five years 
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old.
G
We had plenty of Cristal and a 
Bentley,
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Cause that's just how we always 
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like to roll.


G
We didn't mind, showing off our 
Bling, Bling,
Our golden teef and our Cadillac 
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Escalade.
G
Bitches shake their booty when they 
past by me,
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And as I smoke my Cuban Tree I've 
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got it made.

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I'm living fat and I'm living 
   Em
large

Throwing leg in my Bentley car
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And my P.O. said that I wont get 
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far
                              G C 
Being the Son, Of a Rap Star.
G Em C D



G
Chillin' at the club with my homies,
Sippin' on gin and juice when my Boo
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 walks past. (Spoken: Whats up Boo)
G
You better step on off and not be 
frontin',
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Or else I'll bust a cap off in 
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your ass.
G
I'm my babies Daddy and his a'Mama
Don't ax me cause that's all you 
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need to know,
G
His pajamas are made by Gucci and 
Versace
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Cause that's just how we always 
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like to roll.

Chorus:

C                      D         
I'm living fat and I'm living 
   Em
large

Throwing leg in my Bentley car
       C                D         
And my P.O. said that I wont get 
    C
far
                              G C
Being the Son, Of a Rap Star.
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Being the son,
         G
Of a Rap Star.