Testo Baby Daddy - Lil Scrappy
Testo della canzone Baby Daddy (Lil Scrappy), tratta dall'album Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live
This for all the baby daddies
You know what it is man
Baby you gotta be true
Haha
Oh, didn't I give you the cars
Didn't I give you the moon, didn't I show you the stars
Put you in a big ass house
Put money in your purse, put food in your mouth
And I was real as hell
And all you could give me was a taste of hell
And I told you I cheated
And that's all it takes for you to tell me to beat it
Yeah, didn't I give you the baby
And when I told you I loved you, drive you crazy
Treated you like a queen
So you wouldn't feel like the other ladies
Oh I gave you the world
And then you walked out my life cause I fucked another girl
Man we gotta get this thing tight
Gotta get this thing right, cause it kinda sound like
Yeah, didn't I take three or four days to spend time with you
C'mon girl
Came home off the road shorty, even when I wasn't supposed to
Sure I gave her a lil' dick but I gave all my love to you, c'mon
Nah it ain't about the money
But it's funny when you get mad shorty you don't never keep it true
Of course you were there for me
When my mouth was hurt and a nigga couldn't talk
I remember when you were pregnant
I was there when you couldn't even walk
And I don't give a fuck about them other hoes
As long as we can live life like gold
Yeah I'm lookin' at your pockets they lookin' kinda swole
Do that make you a hoe? No
Ooh, you had drama with my mama
But I stayed with you, ate it all up like piranha
And when you found out shit
You got mad and got the hell on and skeeted like the roadrunner
I hope you chill out cause you got my baby
And to me she the number one stunner
You gotta cool that shit down baby
Even if you don't wanna, gotta be true
You can't be offended
Y'all make y'all baby mamas songs
This for all the baby daddies
You know, you really love your woman
You would die for your woman
You even be there like Peter Pan
But they don't want it
They wanna fight us
They got everything in the world
They say they won't leave if we keep it true
But then they walk out of our lives anyway
Ain't it crazy
I don't know, you tell me
I figured we put 'em in a big house, condo, apartment
Some straight fly shit
Keep bread in they pocket
Take care of your child
Then your child is already taken care of
And that's that
I love my baby mama
She cool
They gotta work some shit out
Keep it flowin'
Keep knowin'
Everybody keep growin'
G-Unit, I don't think you heard me
G-Unit
BME
G's up
Get your G's up
It's your boy Lil Scrappy
Gone
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Darryl Richardson, Michael Clervoix, Kyeme Miller
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