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Young Buck- Born To Be A

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Daddy when you`re coming
I wish i could tell you but i don`t know,If you don`t work,you eat
just be good i gone...
Daddy when you`re coming
I`m i`ll be back in a week...
make sure you do your homework and kiss momma for me...
Daddy you`re coming home?
ask me no more,i`m about to go
Can i go with you
Little shut my door
when you`re coming home?
You know i`ll be back i got to,but for now i to do
what i do i love 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 want and i ai`nt 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
in the hospital drunk to going to see my daughter...
You already seen the look in my to hear my babygirl cry..
The day of my life to see my babygirl smile..
It`s a big now
So you to take it slow...
You don`t need a nigga for your daddy got do...
You live where you want to,drive what you want to..
As long you are alive you do what you want to
I put my life on the for me and mine...
When i leave men she`s everytime

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(Verse 2)

You think i like nights on the street..
I do that,so daddy can keep nikes on your feet...
See the reason you can`t in the kitchen...
I`m chicken..
We can go to the mall and soon as daddy finished...
Let me take care of my for a minute..
And anything you i promise we gonna get it..
wait to see my baby graduate
When that day come rolex,baggets,daddy pay for..
a man make one,he`ll see the way that i feel
You know ain`t 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 baby on my arm..
27 is the day she was born
Untill i get back just down for pappa...
And hurtin to my heart evrytime to you holla...

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(Verse 3)

And over this live i wishin for a daddy
My baby never grow up livin unhappy
I spend my whole life without my it bother me bad..
I thank God for my she is all i had...
A nigga turn to the to raise me...
I dropped high school look what it make me...
The chances that i had...
My baby gonna
So if my is in high school my baby gonna pass...
I sitting laugh cause she know that she just like me..
And me never coming home it`s unlikely...
It`s that evrything i do is ment for me and you...
P.s your daddy Young i love you...

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