Tekstovi: Beanie Sigel. The B.Coming. Bread & Butter.
Darling, a 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
Ya know 'cuz the things that I feel so proud about
The things that you do
Ya know, like runnin' my car into telephone poles
Plus tellin' lies, I didn't get mad did I?
Y-y-y'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
Uuh, I need you, I just need you
Uh, you know I was you're bread you're butter
And I ain't talkin' bout dat bread I fucked up on you
'Cuz in my head man I swore I lucked 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 dat I gave you
Clothes wit the labels, I brought you round Hov and da label
Spring water while holdin' you're age koo
Naw I ain't tryin' to degrade you
But you was a lost little girl 'n you're world boo I saved you
Ya pop owe me a favor, I basically raised you
From 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 you
Huh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you
Tried to off Beans like raw steam? Go figure
You take my dough, spend wit the next nigga you crazy bitch?
And dis was the one I trusted
Who would ever think she would spread like mustard
Bitch I was your bread and butter
You shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Ya know what? Dis shit funny to me
It ain't nuttin' but money to me
You lookin' hungry to me
But I was your bread and butter
Bitch shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
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
'N dis young P Y T, she got me L O V E T K O'd
Uh, like Teddy P whatever she say goes
But I'm, ready to turn off the lights
Close the door, on my pretty young need I more
Now peep game wit 'em, need, I, more
Gimme dat, E thy or
No Beanie Mac don't play dat crap wit 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 dis bitch, I'll buy another one
It's my world you 'lil squirrel tryna get a nut bitch
Do you, what bitch? Lil smut bitch
Got you're name ringin, spreadin' like mustard
And I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?
I told dat ass slow down like Puba
Now you're days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga
Bread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter
F'laaay baby, ya hips is gettin' big
Now you gettin' thin' you don't care about you're whip
'Cuz I was you're bread and butter
Shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm, mm, mm
So proud, of you, a'ye-ah
I gotta say it loud, yes I do, a'yeah
When you do, what you do
How do you know, what you know
Aw, shame on you
I need you, oh oh
Mm, mm, mm
Yeah, now you know I was you're bread and butter
You had a shot to be my baby mother
Ain't no sorry I ain't Rueben Studdard
I can't apologize, it's multi-platinum time
Takin' all my shit and sendin' you back to you're moms cryin'
So don't cry baby dry, ya eyes
You tried to get all greasy like you super-size fries
So, pack ya shit, leave the whip
It's been nice but listen ma I gotta defrost ya ice, dats rite
I told dat ass slow down like Puba
Now you're days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga
Bread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter
F'laaay baby, ya hips is gettin' big
Now you gettin' thin' you don't care about you're whip
'Cuz I was you're bread and butter
Shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm, mm, mm
Bread and butter
Bread and butter
Bread and butter
Bread and butter
Mm
Mm
Mm
...
Not to mention, you take my picture
Now baby, but I give it to you because I love you
Ya know 'cuz the things that I feel so proud about
The things that you do
Ya know, like runnin' my car into telephone poles
Plus tellin' lies, I didn't get mad did I?
Y-y-y'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
Uuh, I need you, I just need you
Uh, you know I was you're bread you're butter
And I ain't talkin' bout dat bread I fucked up on you
'Cuz in my head man I swore I lucked 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 dat I gave you
Clothes wit the labels, I brought you round Hov and da label
Spring water while holdin' you're age koo
Naw I ain't tryin' to degrade you
But you was a lost little girl 'n you're world boo I saved you
Ya pop owe me a favor, I basically raised you
From 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 you
Huh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you
Tried to off Beans like raw steam? Go figure
You take my dough, spend wit the next nigga you crazy bitch?
And dis was the one I trusted
Who would ever think she would spread like mustard
Bitch I was your bread and butter
You shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Ya know what? Dis shit funny to me
It ain't nuttin' but money to me
You lookin' hungry to me
But I was your bread and butter
Bitch shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
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
'N dis young P Y T, she got me L O V E T K O'd
Uh, like Teddy P whatever she say goes
But I'm, ready to turn off the lights
Close the door, on my pretty young need I more
Now peep game wit 'em, need, I, more
Gimme dat, E thy or
No Beanie Mac don't play dat crap wit 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 dis bitch, I'll buy another one
It's my world you 'lil squirrel tryna get a nut bitch
Do you, what bitch? Lil smut bitch
Got you're name ringin, spreadin' like mustard
And I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?
I told dat ass slow down like Puba
Now you're days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga
Bread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter
F'laaay baby, ya hips is gettin' big
Now you gettin' thin' you don't care about you're whip
'Cuz I was you're bread and butter
Shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm, mm, mm
So proud, of you, a'ye-ah
I gotta say it loud, yes I do, a'yeah
When you do, what you do
How do you know, what you know
Aw, shame on you
I need you, oh oh
Mm, mm, mm
Yeah, now you know I was you're bread and butter
You had a shot to be my baby mother
Ain't no sorry I ain't Rueben Studdard
I can't apologize, it's multi-platinum time
Takin' all my shit and sendin' you back to you're moms cryin'
So don't cry baby dry, ya eyes
You tried to get all greasy like you super-size fries
So, pack ya shit, leave the whip
It's been nice but listen ma I gotta defrost ya ice, dats rite
I told dat ass slow down like Puba
Now you're days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga
Bread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter
F'laaay baby, ya hips is gettin' big
Now you gettin' thin' you don't care about you're whip
'Cuz I was you're bread and butter
Shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm, mm, mm
Bread and butter
Bread and butter
Bread and butter
Bread and butter
Mm
Mm
Mm
...
Beanie Sigel