Whoa, oh Whoa, oh 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 lil dirty, no gloves
Everybody welcome to the gun show
And it go Everybody duck 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!
'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 duck down
You reek of royalty, a dangerous mix
You sing of loyalty, but you’re the snitching 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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