Darling, a know, you give a man a reason for livingNot to mention, you take my pictureNow baby, but I give it to you because I love youYa know 'cause the things that I feel so proud aboutThe things that you doYa know, like runnin' my car into telephone polesPlus tellin' lies, I didn't get mad did I?Why-why-why'member, 'member whenW-w-when I tried to take my clothes to the cleanersAnd on the way out, my very best pinstripe caught a nailI didn't get madI was proud because you thought, enough of your manTo be in such a hurryIt made me feel grand, yes it didUuh, I need you, I just need youUh, you know I was you're bread you're butterAnd I ain't talkin' bout dat bread I fucked up on you'cause in my head man I swore I lucked upWasn't countin' all the butter I spread on youSo true now, why would I play you bitch I made youI'm not talkin' 'bout the things dat I gave youClothes wit the labels, I brought you round Hov and da labelSpring water while holdin' you're age kooNaw I ain't tryin' to degrade youBut you was a lost little girl 'n you're world boo I saved youYa pop owe me a favor, I basically raised youFrom Skoda 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 youHuh, shoulda seen the Ginger in youTried to off Beans like raw steam? Go figureYou take my dough, spend wit the next nigga you crazy bitch?And dis was the one I trustedWho would ever think she would spread like mustardBitch I was your bread and butterYou shoulda tucked dat bread and butterYa know what? Dis shit funny to meIt ain't nuttin' but money to meYou lookin' hungry to meBut I was your bread and butterBitch shoulda tucked dat bread and butterMm, mm, mmYou got the whole town laughin' at me, silly heSilly to see got me feelin' silly like Denise likeOh, what could it be in you, I see'N dis young P why T, she got me L O V E T K O'dUh, like Teddy P whatever she say goesBut I'm, ready to turn off the lightsClose the door, on my pretty young need I moreNow peep game wit 'em, need, I, moreGimme dat, E thy orNo Beanie Mac don't play dat crap wit these whoresShe want me missin' her, in my room, like the OJ's homesBut I'm on to my zone like O.J. JonesBeano brown, cancel dis bitch, I'll buy another oneIt's my world you 'lil squirrel tryna get a nut bitchDo you, what bitch? Lil smut bitchGot you're name ringin, spreadin' like mustardAnd I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?I told dat ass slow down like PubaNow you're days are gray like the 4 pound RugaBread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butterF'laaay baby, ya hips is gettin' bigNow you gettin' thin' you don't care about you're whip'cause I was you're bread and butterShoulda tucked dat bread and butterMm, mm, mmSo proud, of you, a'ye-ahI gotta say it loud, yes I do, a'yeahWhen you do, what you doHow do you know, what you knowAw, shame on youI need you, oh ohMm, mm, mmYeah, now you know I was you're bread and butterYou had a shot to be my baby motherAin't no sorry I ain't Rueben StuddardI can't apologize, it's multi-platinum timeTakin' all my shit and sendin' you back to you're moms cryin'So don't cry baby dry, ya eyesYou tried to get all greasy like you super-size friesSo, pack ya shit, leave the whipIt's been nice but listen ma I gotta defrost ya ice, dats rightI told dat ass slow down like PubaNow you're days are gray like the 4 pound RugaBread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butterF'laaay baby, ya hips is gettin' bigNow you gettin' thin' you don't care about you're whip'cause I was you're bread and butterShoulda tucked dat bread and butterMm, mm, mmBread and butterBread and butterBread and butterBread and butterMmMmMm...
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Written By MAXWELL DIXON,, JOHNNY WATSON, DEREK MURPHY, DWIGHT GRANT
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