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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beanie Sigel
Beanie Sigel
Vocals
Grand Puba
Grand Puba
Vocals
Sadat X
Sadat X
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwight Grant
Dwight Grant
Songwriter
Johnny "Guitar" Watson
Johnny "Guitar" Watson
Songwriter
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Songwriter
William Brewster Dixon
William Brewster Dixon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Darling, you know, you give a man a reason for living Not to mention, you take my picture Now baby, but I give it to you because I love you You know 'cause of the things that I feel so proud about The things that you do You know, like runnin' my car into the telephone poles Plus, to that peep, I didn't get mad, did I? Y-Y-You 'member, 'member when- W-W-When I tried to take my clothes to the cleaners and on the way out My very best pinstripe caught a nail I didn't get mad I was proud because you thought, enough of your man To be in such a hurry It made me feel grand, yes it did Uh, I need you, I just need you Uh, you know I was your bread, your butter And I ain't talkin' 'bout that bread I fucked up on you 'Cause in my head, man, I swore I locked up Wasn't countin' all the butter I spreaded on you So true now, why would I play you? Bitch, I made you I'm not talkin' 'bout the things that I gave you Clothes with the labels, I brought you 'round Hov and the label Spring water, while holdin' your age koo Now I ain't tryin' to degrade you But you was a lost little girl and your world, boo I saved you Your pop' owe me a favor, I basically raised you From Squada to Bentley-whippin' Ain't have to watch Cribs to see how I was livin' Me, so blinded ain't see the Robin Givens in you Huh, shoulda seen the ginger in you Tried to off beans, like raw steam? Go figure You take my dough, spend with the next nigga, you crazy bitch? Off you go And this was the one I trusted Who would ever think she would spread like mustard Bitch, I was your (bread and butter) (uh-huh) You shoulda tucked that (bread and butter) You know what? This shit funny to me (uh-huh) It ain't nothin' but money to me You lookin' hungry to me But I was your bread and butter Bitch, you shoulda tucked that (bread and butter) Mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm) You got the whole town laughin' at me, silly he Silly to see got me feelin' silly, like Denise like- Oh, what could it be in you? I see, and this young P-Y-T She got me L-O-V, E-T-K-O Uh, like Teddy P. whatever she says, goes But I'm, ready to, "Turn Off The Lights" Close the door, on my pretty young need I more Now peep game with 'em, need, I, more, gimme that, E-thy Or no Beanie Mac, don't play that crap with these whores She want me missin' her (in my room) like the OJ's homes But I'm on to my zone like O.J. Jones Beano brown, cancel this bitch, I'll buy another one Uh, it's my world you lil' squirrel tryna get a nut bitch Do you-, what bitch? Lil' smut, bitch Got your name ringin', spreadin' like mustard And I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it? I told that ass, "Slow down", like Puba Now your days are gray like the four pound Ruga Bread and butter, see I was your bread and butter (uh) F'lay, baby, your hips is gettin' big (uh-huh) Now you gettin' thin, you don't care about your whip 'Cause I was your bread and butter Shoulda tucked that bread and butter Mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm) So proud, of you ayy-yeah (ha-ha) I gotta say it loud, yes I do, ah-yeah (yeah, yeah) When you do (do) what you do (do) How do you do, what you do? Aw, shame on you I need you (oh, oh) Mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm) Yeah Now you know I was your bread and butter (uh-huh) You had a shot to be my baby mother (uh-huh) Ain't no sorry, I ain't Reuben Stoddard (uh-huh) I can't apologize, it's multi-platinum time Takin' all my shit and sendin' you back to your moma cryin' (yeah) So don't cry baby dry, your eyes (yeah) You tried to get all greasy like you super-size fries So, pack your shit (uh-huh) Leave the whip (yeah) It's been nice, but listen, ma, I gotta defrost your ice That's right I told that ass, "Slow down" like Puba Now your days are gray like the four pound Ruga Bread and butter, see I was your bread and butter (uh) F'lay, baby, your hips is gettin' big (uh-huh) Now you gettin' thin, you don't care about your whip 'Cause I was your bread and butter Shoulda tucked that bread and butter Mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm) Now! Yeah, now Just like bread and butter Just like bread and butter Say it now (now) Tell it now (now) Just like bread and butter Just like bread and butter Mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm) Mm, mm, mm, (enemies) Mm, mm, mm, (enemies) Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, (enemies)
Writer(s): Johnny Guitar Watson, Justin Gregory Smith, Maxwell Dixon, Dwight Grant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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