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Young Buck- Born To Be A

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when you`re coming home?
I wish i could tell you but i don`t know,If you work,you don`t eat
just be while i gone...
Daddy when you`re coming
I`m hustlin be back in a week...
sure you do your homework and kiss your momma for me...
Daddy when 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 home?
You know i`ll be back i got to,but for now i to do
i gotta do i love 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 look at you..i 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 me and my niggas popped bottles
Fellin in the hospital drunk to to see my daughter...
You already seen the look in my to hear my babygirl cry..
The happiest day of my to see my babygirl smile..
It`s a big now
So you know to it slow...
You don`t need a nigga for nothing daddy got do...
You live where 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 men she`s saying everytime

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(Verse 2)

You i like spendin nights on the street..
I do that,so daddy can keep keep 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 want i we gonna get it..
Can`t wait to see my graduate
When day come rolex,baggets,daddy gonna pay for..
Once a man make one,he`ll see the way that i
You know that ain`t no gangsta be play to real...
See kids bring bills you it cost a little
keep working or tworking something that kid need meals...
I got my baby on my arm..
27 is the day she was born
Untill i get just holdin down for pappa...
And hurtin to my heart evrytime to you holla...

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(Verse 3)

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

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