Chords for Bread & Butter

_ _ [D#] _ [G#] Darling, _ [F#] you know, [A#] you give a man a reason for living.
_ [D] Not to mention, you take my paycheck.
[G#] [F] Now baby, but I [G#] give it to you because I love you.
[F#] You know, because of the things that I feel [A#] so proud about.
The things that [G] you do.
You know, _ [F#] I'm in my car, [Fm] into the telephone post.
[G#] I didn't get mad, I did [D#] it.
You remember, [Fm] remember when,
[D#m] when I told you to take my clothes to the [C#] cleaners and on the way out.
My [Fm] very best pen sprite caught a nail.
_ [G#] _ [Gm] I was proud because you thought [Fm] enough of your man [D#m] to be in such a [C#] hurry.
It made me feel [A#] grand.
[Fm] Yes it did.
_ _ I need you.
I just [D] need you.
You know I was your bread, your butter.
And I ain't talking [G] about that bread I fucked up on you.
[Gm] Cause in my head man, I swore I lucked up.
Wasn't counting all the butter I spreaded on you.
So true.
Now, why would I play you bitch, I made you.
I'm not talking about the things that I gave [G] you.
Clothes with the [D] labels.
I brought you round home in a label.
Spring water for holding your age fool.
And I ain't trying to degrade you.
But you was a lost little girl in your world.
Boy I saved [Gm] you.
Your pop owe me a favor.
I basically raised you.
From swatter to Bentley whipping.
Ain't have to watch friends to see how I was living.
Me, so blind that I ain't see [D] the Robin Givens in you.
Till I seen a ginger in you.
Dropped her off beans like raw steam.
Go figure.
[Gm] You take my dough, spend with the next nigga [F] you crazy bitch.
_ _ [Fm] And this [G] what so I not trust [Fm] it.
Who would ever think she would spread like mustard [C] bitch.
I was your bread and butter.
You should've tucked back.
Bread and butter.
[F] You know what?
[G] This shit funny to me.
[Fm] It ain't nothing but funny to me.
You looking [C#] homie to me.
I was your bread and butter.
Bitch [C] you should've tucked back.
Bread and butter.
Uh.
You got the [Gm] whole town laughing at me.
Silly he.
Silly as C.
Got me feeling silly like Denise.
Like oh what could it be.
And you I see.
And this young PYT.
She got me [D] L-O-V-E-T-K-O.
Like Teddy P whatever [Gm] she say goes.
But I'm ready to turn off the lights.
Close the door on my pretty young [C] Mi Amor.
Now P gang with him.
Mi Amor.
[G] Give me that E-I-O.
[Gm] No Beanie Mac.
Don't play that crap with these scores.
She want me missing her in my room.
Like the OJ's homes.
But I'm more into my zone like OJ Jones.
Dean O'Graham.
Cancel this bitch.
I buy another one.
Smile world.
No squirrel.
I'm trying to get a nut bitch.
He what bitch.
Little smut bitch.
Got your name ringing spreading like [F] musket.
And I supposed to trust it.
After he touched it.
[Fm] I told that ass.
Slow [G] down.
Like [Fm] Pooh Bah.
Now your days are great like a four pound [C] rouga.
Bread and butter.
See I was young bread and butter.
[Fm] Hey baby your [G] hips is getting [F] big.
Now you're getting thin you don't care about your [C#] wit.
Cause I was young bread and butter.
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[G#] I'm so proud [Gm] of you.
[Fm] _ _
I [C#] got to say it now.
Yes I [C] do.
[Fm] Yeah.
_ [G#] When you do.
[Gm] What you do.
[Fm] How do you do.
What you do.
[C#] _ [C] Shame on you.
I [Fm] need you.
[D] _ _ _ Yeah.
Now you know I was your bread and butter.
You had [Gm] a shot to be my baby mother.
Ain't no sorry I ain't moving stutter.
I can't apologize.
Cause multi platinum time.
Taking all my shit and sending you back.
And your mom's crying.
So don't cry baby.
Dry your eyes.
You try to get on breezy like you supersize tracks.
So pack your shit.
[D] Leave the whip.
It's been nice but listen ma I got to deboss [F] your ice.
Right.
_ _ [Fm] I told that ass.
Slow down.
Like Pooh Bah.
Now your days are great like [F] a four [C] pound rouga.
Bread and butter.
See I was young bread and butter.
How do you do. _ _
Oh [G] _ [Fm] baby.
[G] How [Fm] you do.
_ [G] _ [C#] _ [C] Ready.
_ [C#] [C] The top.
_ _ [F#] _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Fm]
Number [G] one.
_ [Fm] _ _ _ [C#] _ [C] _
_ LSS.
Number one.
[Fm] One I get the Shaquille. LSS. Number [G] one.
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