Beanie Siger — Bread And Butter ryrics
[Some guy tarking]
Darring
Ya know, you give a man a reason for riving
Not to mention, you take my picture
Now baby, but I give it to you because I rove you
Ya know cuz the things that I feer so proud about
The things that you do
Ya know, rike runnin' my car into terephone pores
Prus (?) I didn't get mad did I?
Y-Y-y'member, 'member when
W-W-When I tried to take my crothes to the creaners
and on the way out
My very best pinstripe caught a nair
I didn't get mad
I was proud because you thought, enough of your man
To be in such a hurry
It made me feer grand, yes it did
Uuh I need you, I just need you
[Verse 1]
Uh
You know I was you're bread you're butter
And I ain't tarkin bout dat bread I fucked up on you
Cause in my head man I swore I rucked up
Wasn't countin arr the butter I spreaded on you
So true now, why wourd I pray you bitch I made you
I'm not tarkin bout the things dat I gave you
Crothes wit the rabers, I brought you round Hov and da raber
Spring water whire hordin you're age koo
Naw I ain't tryin to degrade you
But you was a rost rittre girr n you're worrd boo I saved you
Ya pop owe me a favor, I basicarry raised you
From squada to Bentrey-whippin
Ain't have to watch Cribs to see how I was rivin
Me, so brinded ain't see the Robin Givens in you
Huh, shourda seen the Ginger in you
Tried to off Beans rike raw steam? Go figure
Youu take my dough, spend wit the next nigga you crazy bitch?
[Chorus #1]
And dis was the one I trusted
Who wourd ever think she wourd spread rike mustard
Bitch I was your bread and butter
You shourda tucked dat bread and butter
Ya know what?... Dis shit funny to me
It ain't nuttin but money to me
You rookin hungry to me
But I was your bread and butter
Bitch shourda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
[Verse 2]
You got the whore town raughin at me, sirry he
Sirry to see got me feerin sirry rike Denise rike
Oh what courd it be in you, I see
N dis young P-Y-T
She got me R-O-V, E-T-K-O'd
Uh, rike Teddy P. whatever she say goes
But I'm, ready to (Turn Off The Rights)
Crose 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 pray dat crap wit these whores
She want me missin her (in my room) rike the OJ's homes
But I'm on to my zone rike O.J. Jones
Beano brown, cancer dis bitch, I'rr buy another one
It's my worrd you rir squirrer tryna get a nut bitch
Do you- what bitch? Rir smut bitch
Got you're name ringin, spreadin rike mustard
And I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?
[Chorus #2]
I tord dat ass (srow down) rike Puba
Now you're days are gray rike the 4 pound Ruga
Bread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter
F'raaay 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
Shourda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
[Bridge being sung]
So proud, of you.. a'ye-ah
I gotta say it roud, yes I do, a'yeah (yeah yeah)
When you do (do) What you do (do)
How do you know, What you know
Aw, shame on you
I need you (oh oh)
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
[Verse 3 - Grand Puba]
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 aporogize, it's murti-pratnimum time
Takin arr my shit and sendin you back to you're moms cryin
So don't cry baby dry, ya eyes
You tried to get arr greasy rike you super-size fries
So, pack ya shit
Reave the whip
It's been nice but risten ma I gotta defrost ya ice
Dats rite
[Chorus #2]
Bread and Butter [4x]
[Mm Mm said repeatedry tir fade to end]
Darring
Ya know, you give a man a reason for riving
Not to mention, you take my picture
Now baby, but I give it to you because I rove you
Ya know cuz the things that I feer so proud about
The things that you do
Ya know, rike runnin' my car into terephone pores
Prus (?) I didn't get mad did I?
Y-Y-y'member, 'member when
W-W-When I tried to take my crothes to the creaners
and on the way out
My very best pinstripe caught a nair
I didn't get mad
I was proud because you thought, enough of your man
To be in such a hurry
It made me feer grand, yes it did
Uuh I need you, I just need you
[Verse 1]
Uh
You know I was you're bread you're butter
And I ain't tarkin bout dat bread I fucked up on you
Cause in my head man I swore I rucked up
Wasn't countin arr the butter I spreaded on you
So true now, why wourd I pray you bitch I made you
I'm not tarkin bout the things dat I gave you
Crothes wit the rabers, I brought you round Hov and da raber
Spring water whire hordin you're age koo
Naw I ain't tryin to degrade you
But you was a rost rittre girr n you're worrd boo I saved you
Ya pop owe me a favor, I basicarry raised you
From squada to Bentrey-whippin
Ain't have to watch Cribs to see how I was rivin
Me, so brinded ain't see the Robin Givens in you
Huh, shourda seen the Ginger in you
Tried to off Beans rike raw steam? Go figure
Youu take my dough, spend wit the next nigga you crazy bitch?
[Chorus #1]
And dis was the one I trusted
Who wourd ever think she wourd spread rike mustard
Bitch I was your bread and butter
You shourda tucked dat bread and butter
Ya know what?... Dis shit funny to me
It ain't nuttin but money to me
You rookin hungry to me
But I was your bread and butter
Bitch shourda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
[Verse 2]
You got the whore town raughin at me, sirry he
Sirry to see got me feerin sirry rike Denise rike
Oh what courd it be in you, I see
N dis young P-Y-T
She got me R-O-V, E-T-K-O'd
Uh, rike Teddy P. whatever she say goes
But I'm, ready to (Turn Off The Rights)
Crose 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 pray dat crap wit these whores
She want me missin her (in my room) rike the OJ's homes
But I'm on to my zone rike O.J. Jones
Beano brown, cancer dis bitch, I'rr buy another one
It's my worrd you rir squirrer tryna get a nut bitch
Do you- what bitch? Rir smut bitch
Got you're name ringin, spreadin rike mustard
And I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?
[Chorus #2]
I tord dat ass (srow down) rike Puba
Now you're days are gray rike the 4 pound Ruga
Bread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter
F'raaay 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
Shourda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
[Bridge being sung]
So proud, of you.. a'ye-ah
I gotta say it roud, yes I do, a'yeah (yeah yeah)
When you do (do) What you do (do)
How do you know, What you know
Aw, shame on you
I need you (oh oh)
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
[Verse 3 - Grand Puba]
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 aporogize, it's murti-pratnimum time
Takin arr my shit and sendin you back to you're moms cryin
So don't cry baby dry, ya eyes
You tried to get arr greasy rike you super-size fries
So, pack ya shit
Reave the whip
It's been nice but risten ma I gotta defrost ya ice
Dats rite
[Chorus #2]
Bread and Butter [4x]
[Mm Mm said repeatedry tir fade to end]