Daughter - don't give your love to the first man you see Just bide your time so your heart will be free to find the one Girl you don't have to run Daughter
West] Something wrong I hold my head M.J. gone, our nigga dead! I slapped my girl, she called the FEDS I did that time, and spent that bread I'm headed
about me, then you know I'm a baller If I don't hit the first night, I ain't gon' call her I'm trying to play, you trying to have my daughter But I can
nigga raised chorus:(keri Hilson) well the stacks wasnt always that high and the ride wasnt always that fly use the muscle to the hustle get cha bread
be breaking curfew To stay up with you You gon' need a scarf Wrap your head 'cause it's gon' get wild If we keep lovin' like this we might make a child A daughter
had a choice before me and mama fortune got wed between riding in a bus or driving a new rolls rice, yeah and i decided what i wanted was the bread "
to look like me Girl, youse a lie, now who's them eyes? Where did he get that big-ass hair-fro? Lookin' like a baby macks hair-drum, huh Platinum, until my bread
on the avenue I couldn't afford to have a brew how it happened dude just me and you I use to drink brew after you you had your daughter first my
broke on the avenue I couldn't afford to have a brew How it happened dude, just me and you I use to drink brew after you You had your daughter first
really in Beverly hills and so Drama beats. [Yelawolf - Verse 1] Hold up Damn rich, peanut butter guts in a Lamorghini, woah you must have white bread
town Patty Cake, Patty Cake I heard your man Wears a gold Rolex and put a diamond on your hand The Itsy-Bitsy Spider was a whoridah Said he met the judge's daughter
a payphone. Why? Cuz i got OG bread. Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads like chad. And the motha fuckin Bun B. I got bread, by the Hundred
ya You know you really wanna be rollin instead Hey there some niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo head Hey and sold ya for bread Findin the life
week 'Cause I work for myself and no one else cause I'm too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread
run his quarter back Feds try to intercept a n-gger like a quarter back Make a n-gger pay a couple birds, get his daughter back Get the dirty money, clean
some money on it"} I'm a product of the corner Cornered the market with the product I would offer, slaughtered the garbage Slide a condom on your daughter
to bang a nigga, and bang a nigga good So I could cop a benz and drive the fuck out the hood Cause baby mama screamin, your daughter twelve months
sit with my people? Break bread with my people? Move ahead with my people? Can I sit with my people? Can I get with my people? Break bread with my people
