Like Father Like Son Lyrics - Like Father, Like Son - Birdman

There ain't no looooooove 

(Like, Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Like the love of a daddy 

(Like, Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Father, father, father like son 

Yeah 

It's filthy with quarter ki's in the kitchen on 'em 

Tha block is hot but we out here gettin it on 'em 

And keep a tool everytime we hit the streets 

Cause these niggas act a fool and we be quick to put it on 'em 

Them tear drops homie we so not 

The nigga to fuck with cause we will pop 

.40 cal keep it cocked nigga ready to block 

Keep a gun a extra clip homie thats how we rock 

And like father like son daddy we dont borrow 

We stay on the grind homie cause we grind harder 

And fuckin with me homie you won't like 

You be the next t-shirt, we in ya hood all night 

We got birds flyin out and we've allowed the pipes 

We do this state to state thing and cheat the price 

And Rufus came home and I told him to shave 

But he was tellin me about them pussy niggas back in the eighties, baby 

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There ain't no looooooove 

(Like, Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Like the love of a daddy 

(Like, Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Father, father, father like son 

Listen 

Birdman put me on when I was just eleven 

He was my teacher, so I was like fuck the lesson 

He was my preacher, so I was like fuck the reverend 

My mother Cita, she said that I was with the devil 

My mother Cita, now say that he was sent from heaven 

So, I take heed to every single word that he tell me 

And I remember what my poppa told me 

Remember what my poppa told me, Young Stunna 

Photos 

Yeah 

Im out c'here homie pitchin the game 

And yes I do the whole thing nigga give me my change 

Yes we do the same thing out the brand new Range 

Little nigga like his father homie doin his thing 

We keep the gun for paper homie aimed and cocked 

Every nigga in my circle homie ready to pop 

We be ridin drop tops thats just how we rock 

And ill be ridin in the Phantom through my up town blocks 

Nigga 

There ain't no looooooove 

(Like, Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Like the love of a daddy 

(Like, Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Father, father, father like son 

Alright money on my mind 

Look I-I-I I hear you niggas wisperin 

I say wisperin cause you niggas ain't hollerin bout shit 

Po' pussy ass niggas gangster and me 

Look Birdman jr fuck the world pops 

And we gon keep it movin even if the world stops 

Stay strapped and laced like girl socks 

Stay dapped and drapped like a birthday cake 

Birthdays was the worst days 

Now we sippin' on Louis when we thirsty 

Ya know, I do believe the moneys cursed me 

So I pray to God that the devil dont murk me, uh 

Little Wizzle but you bitches call me first place 

And papa taught me paper chase never skirt chase 

I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space 

You niggas yellow like Sesame street Bert's face 

Worst case scenario, burial 

Two tone Carara like Mascara, uh 

The G4 take your boy where ever 

Like father, like son the era, nigga 

There ain't no looooooove 

(Like, Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Like the love of a daddy 

(Like, Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga) 

Father, father, father like son