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Fredo Bang - Father (MUSIC VIDEO)[Dedicated to Da Real Gee Money & Krazy Trey]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Jarrian Thompson
Jarrian Thompson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Playboy XO
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Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Ay, boy)
What, what the business is, ****?
(Oh, you heard G gettin' it in with that boy?)
Yeah, you don't hear it
(Ah?)
Yeah
(Ah, okay, okay)
This the realest shit I ever wrote, ay
This the realest shit I ever wrote
I cried makin' this bitch here, ****
[Verse 2]
Father, father, father, father, father
Ooh, I don't mean to be a bother
Ay, but right now these times are gettin' harder
Ay, right now these times are gettin' harder
Father, father, father, father, father
Ooh, I don't mean to be a bother
Ay, but right now these times are gettin' harder (For real)\
Ay, right now these times are gettin' harder
[Verse 3]
Father, father, father, father, father
Hold up, these **** ain't gettin' smarter
My dog gone, now I'm livin' for his daughters
I know you would be right here if I wouldn't've caught them charges
Ay, stuck up in a cell, it had my mind gone
My dog sick on heroin, he know we dead wrong
I just put some flowers by my dog headstone
You ever had to send a hit behind a jail phone?
All this media, I'm sick of all the fake love
Want a favor, ain't doin' nothing for me, got me fucked up
I moved on from fake friends so they pissed off
You say you love me, but ain't pick up that collect call
[Verse 4]
Father, father, father, father, father
Ooh, I don't mean to be a bother
Ay, but right now these times are gettin' harder
Ay, right now these times are gettin' harder
Father, father, father, father, father
Ooh, I don't mean to be a bother
Ay, but right now these times are gettin' harder
Ay, right now these times are gettin' harder
[Verse 5]
These hoes say they love me but I know they lyin'
I'm tired of seein' my momma face with them teary eyes
Twenty four court dates, I swear I got so sick and tired
I wanted to take a ten piece and take the long ride
Fightin' murder charges, thought I wasn't gon' see the streets
Demons all up in my dreams, make it hard to sleep
You say you love me but you went and fucked my best friend
G Money died, now I gotta go and sin again
[Verse 6]
Father, father, father, father, father
Ooh, I don't mean to be a bother
Ay, but right now these times are gettin' harder
Ay, right now these times are gettin' harder
Father, father, father, father, father
Ooh, I don't mean to be a bother
Ay, but right now these times are gettin' harder
Ay, right now these times are gettin' harder
[Verse 7]
Father, father, father, father, father
Ooh, I don't mean to be a bother
Ay, but right now these times are gettin' harder
Ay, right now these times are gettin' harder
Written by: Frederick Givens II, Jarrian Thompson

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