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Young Buck- Born To Be A

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

(Vers 1)
I know i run street to much but that`s 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 and i ai`nt even got a job
Not to mention thug-life i`m livin
I never let you go sleep in a building
The day you was born me and my popped bottles
Fellin in the hospital to going to see my daughter...
You seen the look in my eyes to hear my babygirl cry..
The happiest day of my to see my babygirl smile..
It`s a big now
So you to take it slow...
You don`t need a nigga for nothing daddy got do...
You gone where you want to,drive what you want to..
As long you are you gone do what you want to
I put my on the line for me and mine...
When i leave men saying everytime

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(Verse 2)

You think i 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 want i promise we get it..
wait to see my baby graduate
When that day come rolex,baggets,daddy pay for..
Once a man one,he`ll see the way that i feel
You know that no gangsta be play shit to real...
See kids bring bills you 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 will never grow up unhappy
I my whole life without my father it bother me bad..
I God for my momma she is all i had...
A turn to the street to raise me...
I dropped outta school look what it make me...
The chances that i had...
My baby have
So if my babygirl is in high school my gonna pass...
I sitting laugh cause she that she looks just like me..
And me never coming it`s calling unlikely...
It`s know that i do is ment for me and you...
P.s your daddy Young Buck i you...

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