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Young Born To Be A Thug

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Daddy when you`re home?
I i could tell you but i don`t know,If you don`t work,you don`t eat
just be while i gone...
Daddy when coming home?
I`m i`ll be back in a week...
sure you do your homework and kiss your momma for me...
Daddy when coming home?
ask me no more,i`m about to go
Can i go with you
Little girl shut my
Daddy when you`re 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 these street to much but that`s my
And for you i it all my house,car,my ice
Every nigght i at you..i thank god(Thank God)
Knowing you got you want and i ai`nt even got a job
Not to mention this i`m livin
I never let you go in a brick building
The day you was born me and my popped bottles
Fellin in the 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 a nigga for nothing your daddy got do...
You gone live you want 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 spendin nights on the street..
I do that,so daddy can keep keep 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 of my busines 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 make one,he`ll see the way that i
You that ain`t no gangsta be play shit to real...
See kids bring bills you know it 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 holdin for pappa...
And hurtin to my evrytime to hear you holla...

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(Verse 3)

And over live before i wishin for a daddy
My baby will never up livin unhappy
I spend my whole life my father it bother me bad..
I God for my momma she is all i had...
A nigga turn to the to raise me...
I dropped outta high school what it make me...
The that i never had...
My baby have
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 that evrything i do is ment for me and you...
P.s daddy Young Buck i love you...

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