Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bread & Butter, artist - Beanie Sigel.
Date of issue: 28.03.2005
Song language: English
Bread & Butter |
Darling |
Ya know, you give a man a reason for living |
Not to mention, you take my paycheck |
Now baby, but I give it to you because I love you |
Ya know cuz the things that I feel so proud about |
The things that you do |
Ya know, like runnin' my car into telephone poles |
But I still love you baby, I didn’t get mad did I? |
Y-Y-y'member, 'member when |
W-W-When I tried to take my clothes to the cleaners |
And on the way out |
My very best pinstripe caught a nail |
I didn’t get mad |
I was proud because you thought, enough of your man |
To be in such a hurry |
It made me feel grand, yes it did |
Uuh I need you, I just need you |
Uh |
You know I was your bread, your butter |
And I ain’t talkin bout that bread I fucked up on you |
Cause in my head man I swore I lucked up |
Wasn’t countin all the butter I spreaded on you |
So true now, why would I play you bitch I made you |
I’m not talkin bout the things that I gave you |
Clothes wit the labels, I brought you round Hov and the label |
Spring water while holdin you’re age koo |
Naw I ain’t tryin to degrade you |
But you was a lost little girl n you’re world boo I saved you |
Ya pop owe me a favor, I basically raised you |
From squada to Bentley-whippin |
Ain’t have to watch Cribs to see how I was livin |
Me, so blinded ain’t see the Robin Givens in you |
Huh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you |
Tried to off Beans like Rothstein? |
Go figure |
Youu take my dough, spend wit the next nigga you crazy bitch? |
And dis was the one I trusted |
Who would ever think she would spread like mustard |
Bitch I was your bread and butter |
You shoulda tucked dat bread and butter |
Ya know what… Dis shit funny to me |
It ain’t nuttin but money to me |
You lookin hungry to me |
But I was your bread and butter |
Bitch shoulda tucked dat bread and butter |
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm |
You got the whole town laughin at me, silly he |
Silly to see got me feelin silly like Denise like |
Oh what could it be in you, I see |
N dis young P-Y-T |
She got me L-O-V, E-T-K-O'd |
Uh, like Teddy P. whatever she say goes |
But I’m, ready to +Turn Off The Lights+ |
Close the door, on my pretty young mi amor |
Now peep game wit 'em, need, I, more |
Gimme dat, E thy or |
No Beanie Mac don’t play dat crap wit these whores |
She want me missin her (in my room) like the O’Jays homes |
But I’m on to my zone like O.J. |
Jones |
Beano brown, cancel dis bitch, I’ll buy another one |
It’s my world you lil squirrel tryna get a nut bitch |
Do you- what bitch? |
Lil smut bitch |
Got you’re name ringin, spreadin like mustard |
And I’m supposed to trust it after he touched it? |
I told dat ass +slow down+ like Puba |
Now your days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga |
Bread and Butter, see I was you’re bread and butter |
Heyyy, baby ya hips is getting big |
Now you getting thin you don’t care about your whip |
Cuz I was you’re bread and butter |
Shoulda tucked that bread and butter |
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm |
(Bridge being sung) |
So proud, of you. |
a’ye-ah |
I gotta say it loud, yes I do, a’yeah (yeah yeah) |
When you do (do) What you do (do) |
How do you know, What you know |
Aw, shame on you |
I need you (oh oh) |
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm |
Yeah |
Now you know I was your bread and butter |
You had a shot to be my baby mother |
Ain’t no sorry I ain’t Rueben Studdard |
I can’t apologize, it’s multi-platinum time |
Takin all my shit and sendin you back to you’re moms cryin |
So don’t cry baby dry, ya eyes |
You tried to get all greasy like you super-size fries |
So, pack ya shit |
Leave the whip |
It’s been nice but listen ma I gotta defrost ya ice |
Dats rite |
(Bread and Butter 4x) |