| Darling
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| Ya know, you give a man a reason for living
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| Not to mention, you take my paycheck
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| Now baby, but I give it to you because I love you
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| Ya know cuz the things that I feel so proud about
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| The things that you do
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| Ya know, like runnin' my car into telephone poles
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| But I still love you baby, I didn’t get mad did I?
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| Y-Y-y'member, 'member when
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| W-W-When I tried to take my clothes to the cleaners
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| And on the way out
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| My very best pinstripe caught a nail
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| I didn’t get mad
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| I was proud because you thought, enough of your man
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| To be in such a hurry
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| It made me feel grand, yes it did
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| Uuh I need you, I just need you
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| Uh
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| You know I was your bread, your butter
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| And I ain’t talkin bout that bread I fucked up on you
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| Cause in my head man I swore I lucked up
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| Wasn’t countin all the butter I spreaded on you
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| So true now, why would I play you bitch I made you
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| I’m not talkin bout the things that I gave you
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| Clothes wit the labels, I brought you round Hov and the label
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| Spring water while holdin you’re age koo
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| Naw I ain’t tryin to degrade you
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| But you was a lost little girl n you’re world boo I saved you
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| Ya pop owe me a favor, I basically raised you
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| From squada to Bentley-whippin
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| Ain’t have to watch Cribs to see how I was livin
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| Me, so blinded ain’t see the Robin Givens in you
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| Huh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you
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| Tried to off Beans like Rothstein? |
| Go figure
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| Youu take my dough, spend wit the next nigga you crazy bitch?
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| And dis was the one I trusted
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| Who would ever think she would spread like mustard
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| Bitch I was your bread and butter
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| You shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
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| Ya know what… Dis shit funny to me
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| It ain’t nuttin but money to me
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| You lookin hungry to me
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| But I was your bread and butter
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| Bitch shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
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| Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
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| You got the whole town laughin at me, silly he
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| Silly to see got me feelin silly like Denise like
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| Oh what could it be in you, I see
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| N dis young P-Y-T
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| She got me L-O-V, E-T-K-O'd
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| Uh, like Teddy P. whatever she say goes
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| But I’m, ready to +Turn Off The Lights+
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| Close the door, on my pretty young mi amor
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| Now peep game wit 'em, need, I, more
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| Gimme dat, E thy or
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| No Beanie Mac don’t play dat crap wit these whores
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| She want me missin her (in my room) like the O’Jays homes
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| But I’m on to my zone like O.J. |
| Jones
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| Beano brown, cancel dis bitch, I’ll buy another one
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| It’s my world you lil squirrel tryna get a nut bitch
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| Do you- what bitch? |
| Lil smut bitch
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| Got you’re name ringin, spreadin like mustard
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| And I’m supposed to trust it after he touched it?
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| I told dat ass +slow down+ like Puba
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| Now your days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga
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| Bread and Butter, see I was you’re bread and butter
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| Heyyy, baby ya hips is getting big
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| Now you getting thin you don’t care about your whip
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| Cuz I was you’re bread and butter
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| Shoulda tucked that bread and butter
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| Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
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| (Bridge being sung)
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| So proud, of you. |
| a’ye-ah
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| I gotta say it loud, yes I do, a’yeah (yeah yeah)
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| When you do (do) What you do (do)
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| How do you know, What you know
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| Aw, shame on you
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| I need you (oh oh)
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| Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
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| Yeah
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| Now you know I was your bread and butter
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| You had a shot to be my baby mother
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| Ain’t no sorry I ain’t Rueben Studdard
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| I can’t apologize, it’s multi-platinum time
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| Takin all my shit and sendin you back to you’re moms cryin
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| So don’t cry baby dry, ya eyes
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| You tried to get all greasy like you super-size fries
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| So, pack ya shit
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| Leave the whip
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| It’s been nice but listen ma I gotta defrost ya ice
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| Dats rite
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| (Bread and Butter 4x) |