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Young Born To Be A Thug

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Daddy when coming home?
I wish i could tell you but i know,If you don`t work,you don`t eat
be good while i gone...
Daddy when you`re home?
I`m hustlin be back in a week...
make sure you do your homework and kiss your for me...
Daddy you`re coming home?
Don`t ask me no more,i`m to go
Can i go with you
Little girl my door
Daddy when you`re coming
You know i`ll be back i got to,but for now i to do
what i gotta do i you

(Vers 1)
I know i run these street to much but my life
And for you i it all my house,car,my ice
nigght i look at you..i thank god(Thank God)
Knowing you got evrything you want and i ai`nt got a job
Not to mention thug-life i`m livin
I never let you go in a brick building
The day you was born me and my niggas popped
Fellin in the hospital to going to see my daughter...
You already seen the look in my eyes to my babygirl cry..
The happiest day of my life to see my smile..
It`s a big now
So you know to it slow...
You don`t need a nigga for your daddy got do...
You gone live where you to,drive what you want to..
As you are alive you gone do what you want to
I put my on the line for me and mine...
When i leave men she`s everytime

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(Verse 2)

You i like spendin nights on the street..
I do that,so daddy can keep nikes on your feet...
See the you can`t come in the kitchen...
I`m chicken..
We can go to the mall and ball as daddy finished...
Let me take care of my for a minute..
And anything you i promise we gonna get it..
Can`t wait to see my baby
When that day rolex,baggets,daddy gonna pay for..
Once a man make one,he`ll see the way that i
You know that no gangsta be play shit to real...
See kids bills you know it cost a little
Better keep working or tworking that kid need meals...
I got my tatto on my arm..
September 27 is the day she was
i get back just holdin down for pappa...
And hurtin to my heart to hear you holla...

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(Verse 3)

And over this live before i for a daddy
My baby never grow up livin unhappy
I spend my whole life without my father it me bad..
I God for my momma she is all i had...
A turn to the street to raise me...
I dropped outta high school look what it me...
The chances that i had...
My baby gonna
So if my babygirl is in school my baby gonna pass...
I sitting laugh cause she know that she looks like me..
And me never home it`s calling unlikely...
It`s know that i do is ment for me and you...
P.s daddy Young Buck i love you...

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