Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Love You Baby, artist - Puff Daddy. Album song No Way Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
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 |