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The song "Igualito A Mi Apá" by Fuerza Regida is about the narrator being similar to his father in many ways, including their tastes and interests. The narrator proudly wears his father's gift of a Super with a gold handle and carries it with him wherever he goes. He enjoys going to high-end nightclubs, smoking and drinking, and is calm and collected but has a strong support system of people who look out for him. The narrator likes to show off his expensive clothes and accessories, and enjoys living his life as he pleases, regardless of what others may think. He warns against getting involved in trouble and emphasizes his loyalty to his family and those who protect him.

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Just like my dad

And even the same tastes

He gifted me his pistol with a golden handle

I carry it with pleasure

Here or there

Changing my location

I go and do a line

I fill the cooler, because today feels right

Chorus 1

In the luxury clubs

They see me blowing smoke

I'm a very calm man

Don't try to provoke me

And although I'm very quiet

I've had good support

They run into the people

Who always take care of me

I'll mention it again

Just like my dad

Verse 2

I work in the capital

From Culiacán to La Humadera

I light a BackPack Boyz

In the white Suburban and I mock the government

In a Paz jacket

And the glasses are Prada

Because he who can, can

I live what I want, anyway they're going to talk

Chorus 2

And in the luxury clubs

They see me blowing smoke

The barbies freak out

When they see me spend

Criminals don't go with me

Don't get into trouble

They run into the people who always take care of me

Just like my dad, I'll mention it again

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