Lil' Scrappy Baby Daddy Lyrics

Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 I'm Back
  • 2 Touching Everything
  • 3 Young and Famous
  • 4 Money in the Bank (remix)
  • 5 Been a Boss
  • 6 Gangsta, Gangsta
  • 7 Posted in the Club
  • 8 Anutha Country Story
  • 9 Livin in the Projects
  • 10 Born to Live
  • 11 Pussy Poppin'
  • 12 Get Right
  • 13 Baby Daddy
  • 14 The Situation
  • 15 Police
  • 16 Like Me
  • 17 G-Shit
  • 18 Nigga, What's Up
  • 19 Lord Have Mercy
  • 20 Oh Yeah (Work)
  • Your my **** (this for all the baby daddies)
    All the things I need (know what it is man)
    But there's just one thing (baby you got to be true)

    Oh, didn't I give you the cars,
    Didn't I give you the moon, didn't I give you the stars
    Put you in big *** house,
    Put money in yo purse, put food in yo mouth
    And I was real as hell,
    And all you could give me was a taste of hell
    And I told you I cheated
    And that's all it takes for you to tell me to beat it

    Don't be offended, of anything I might say

    Didn't I give you a baby,
    And when I told you I love you it drive you crazy
    Treated you like a queen,
    So you wouldn't feel like the other ladies
    Oh, I gave you the world
    And you walked out my life
    Cause I ****ed another girl
    Man, we gotta get this thang tight,
    Gotta get this thang right
    Cause it kinda sound like

    [Chorus]
    Didn't I take three or four days to spend time with you,
    Come on girl
    Came home off the road, shawty,
    Even when I wasn't spose to
    Sure I gave her a lil ****
    But I gave all my love to you come on
    Naw it ain't about the money
    But it's funny when you get mad,
    Shawty you gon' never keep it true

    Don't be offended of anything I might say

    Of course you was there for me
    When my mouth was hurt and a ***** couldn't talk, talk
    I remember when you were pregnant
    And I was there when you couldn't even walk, walk
    Now I don't give a **** about them
    Other hoes as long as we could live life gold,
    Yeah I'm looking at your pockets,
    They looking kinda swoll, does that make you a hoe, No

    [Chorus]

    Oh, you had drama wit my mama,
    But I stayed wit you and ate it all up like a runner
    And when you found out **** you got mad
    And got the hell on and beat it like a road runner
    I hope you chill out cause you got my baby,
    And to me she the number one stunna
    You gotta cool that **** down baby
    Even if you don't want to you gotta be true

    Can't be offended, y'all make y'all baby want you son
    This for all the baby daddies
    You really love yo woman, you'd die fo' yo woman
    But they don't want it, they want to fight us
    They got everything in the world
    They say they won't leave us and keep it true
    But they walk out of our lives
    Ain't it crazy
    Take care of yo child *****
    I love my baby mama, she cool
    Keep it flowin', keep knowing
    Everyone keep it strong
    G's up, get you cheese up
    It's yo boy Lil Scrappy

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