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Gucci Mane – Father’s Day Lyrics

[Intro]
Wop, brr
You are the mirror of my—
Wop

[Verse 1]
Rollin’ like a mothafucka, high as a kite
Like a hooker in church, I’m sweatin’ like a b----
Lit like a wick, sharp as a tick
Don’t slip on the drip, 10k on the kicks
Metro on my beat, Guwop from the East
So play if you want, get shot in the teeth
I cop new time pieces, a million at least
I cop ’em in threes, a million a piece (Well damn)
I’m jumpin’ the list for the car that you wish
Deep-dish rims that I bought from the fish
My arm in the pot, I’m cookin’ the dish
I’m workin’ my move, I’m twistin’ my wrist

[Chorus]
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave
But I didn’t get nothin’ for Father’s Day
But I was the one servin’ all the J’s
I was the one cookin’ all the yay
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave
But I didn’t get nothin’ for Father’s Day
But I was the one servin’ all the J’s
I was the one cookin’ all the yay (It’s Gucci)

[Verse 2]
Pick your face up, stop droolin’
Haters on my page, not trollin’ (Wizzy)
Took the girls out, no golden (Huh)
Call me red carpet, shorty, I’m posin’ (Wop)
N---- knowin’ damn well he can’t hold me (No)
Plug limit old me, I paid him (Yeah)
Told him, “Thank you” ’cause it was a favor
Thank God ’cause he showed me favor (Lord)
Trap God, now I got all flavors
Won my Vanguard lifetime achievement
I ain’t showed the whole world I’m resilient
Hell, all these rappers my children (Yeah)
Brick factory, I breed villains (True)
Told my young n----- it’s no ceilin’ (Huh)
God willin’, run you up a billion (God)
F--- feelings, run to the millions (Wop)

[Chorus]
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (Day)
But I didn’t get nothin’ for Father’s Day (Posse)
But I was the one servin’ all the J’s
I was the one cookin’ all the yay
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (Day)
But I didn’t get nothin’ for Father’s Day (Posse)
But I was the one servin’ all the J’s
I was the one cookin’ all the yay (It’s Gucci)