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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...
when you`re coming home?
I`m hustlin be back in a week...
make sure you do your homework and kiss momma for me...
Daddy when you`re coming
Don`t ask me no more,i`m to go
Can i go with you
girl shut my door
Daddy when you`re coming
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 these street to 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 even got a job
Not to mention this i`m livin
I let you go sleep 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 the look in my eyes to hear 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 a nigga for nothing 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 life on the for me and mine...
When i leave men she`s saying

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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 you can`t come in the kitchen...
I`m chicken..
We can go to the mall and ball as daddy finished...
Let me take of my busines for a minute..
And anything you i promise we gonna get it..
Can`t wait to see my baby
When that day come rolex,baggets,daddy pay for..
Once a man make one,he`ll see the way i feel
You know that ain`t no gangsta be play to real...
See kids bring bills you it cost a little
Better keep working or tworking something kid need meals...
I got my tatto on my arm..
September 27 is the day she was
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 live before i wishin for a daddy
My baby will never grow up unhappy
I spend my whole without my father it bother me bad..
I God for my momma she is all i had...
A nigga to the street to raise me...
I dropped outta high school look it make me...
The chances that i had...
My gonna have
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 Young Buck i love you...

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