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Chorus: repeat 2X
Oh daddy
You know you make me cry..
How can you love me?
I can't understand why..
Beanie Sigel
That's what they yellin when they grab me
Eyes are swellin, cryin, tryin to stab me
Once they realize they can't have me
When I leave 'em try to let 'em down easy like
I sn*tch your heart so easy like Valentine
Can't get caught up in that loop again
Never letting Cupid in
Boo you buggin ain't no time to be lovin
Man the grip on my pistol only thing I be huggin
It's mack daddy not your daddy mack
b*tch you got it criss-crossed (scr*p)
I ain't havin that
I can't have your back
Look how you act when I had your back
Picture me havin that back to back
I pimp proper like shrimp-lobster
Check out my pimp-posture
Even my limp proper, mama
I can't help what's runnin down your face
I moved your as* into that furnished place
Like you earned that space
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Beanie Sigel
God d*mn baby you had me
All the twirlies in the caddy used to take it back gladly
We was tighter than Tommy Buns and Keesha
You cleant my guns, count my ones, bagged the reefer
s**t I thought you was the one - you was my b*tch
The one that never snitched
Taught you how to bust a fifth, s**t
I taught you how to push a whip
Taught you how to suck a d*ck
Taught you how to fluff a brick
But you got more drama than a B-mama
Got me goin through the motions like C. Thomas
With the bulls**t, he say she say
The b*tch is mad cause my jams kick like Eastbay
Mad cause they mans got they kicks on replay
How you drop from celebrity status
Pushin Bent to in celebrity wagons
In them sucka type Jags
Now you fkin type mad
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Young Chris
Oh mommy its so sad
We had it together
You had it whenever
That's yo bad
You fked up
It wasn't meant to be
You lucked up
Told me at the end don't trust her
See that's when all the bulls**t started
That's what three me in reverse, counter-clockwise
In my mind I swore that we would work
But I guess that I was wrong
Ran into a dead end
Unfaithful b*tch
You fked the nigg* I was blazin with
Fugazied s**t
It wasn't him it was the paper s**t
Nowadays its all about the latest s**t
That or they favorite...car
Or get paper from ball
Unless your label all that
And you labeled as stars
Makin the millions
Got them girls willin to do
Whatever it takes
Takin it off or willin to screw
Whoever I bring
Guess it's a celebrity thing
But I was never ashamed
I was blessed with the game
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