Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Love You Baby, artist - Puff Daddy. Date of issue: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Love You Baby |
| Yeah |
| (I'll never betray you) |
| Mmm, mmm, mmm |
| (I love you baby) |
| I love you baby |
| I met her Uptown on Dyckman, aight then |
| Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen |
| Niggas baggin joints, money off and on the books |
| The ones who stand firm like ain’t, nuttin shook |
| About them, I doubt them cats waitin for me |
| You know them niggas, them big dudes across the street |
| She say, «Yeah, they from over on Mayfair» |
| Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down |
| I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out |
| This bitch over there with them pointin the chief out |
| They want beef out here, they gon' get it |
| In the worst way, I’mma show em how Black play |
| Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes |
| I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise |
| It’s all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto |
| Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles |
| Runnin, and I ain’t lookin back for shit |
| Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this |
| (I'll get you back) |
| I love you baby No you don’t |
| You drive me crazy That’s right |
| I’ll never betray thee Uhh |
| I love you baby C’mon |
| Yo since the last altercation I been on the street |
| Seein honey at the club every week and not speak |
| I’mma rock that ass to sleep before I strike |
| I ain’t know the real deal until last night |
| How, one of them brothers was locked with Babe Bro |
| Used to call my crib from C-Seventy-Four |
| Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the jack |
| Babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see Black |
| When you get home', we never had chance to get up |
| And wouldn’t have, if his gun had left me hit up |
| He’d explain how his whole crew was slappin honey |
| Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money |
| Funny how it’s a small world, baby girl |
| Youse about to get fucked with no gel |
| I’mma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin |
| And plan your extermination, word |
| It took a while to peep your style, Miss I-B-M-workin |
| Low profile single, house in Staten Island |
| And Manhattan while, them same cats |
| You sent to get me boo, is on they to get you |
| Fuckin' witchu, that small time crack dealin' nigga |
| He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too |
| Shit’s real, you think you gonna set me up |
| And get away scot free without some type of injury |
| Nah kill it, I’mma flip the script on you |
| Same thing you did to me, I’mma do it to you |
| Who knew she was the female Rambo |
| Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door |
| Life is out, snuffed all they mans and |
| In the end, she had to be the Last Bitch Standin' |
| Not for long the buck the forty-four strong |
| Just like that she was gone, now it’s over |
| Assumin' I’ll go back to my everyday life |
| Of a rich millionaire just rockin' the mic |
| Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt |
| And admire how the chick went out |